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title: "To Miss Logan"
subtitle: "with Beattie’s Poems, for a New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Poem"
year: "1787"
location: "Edinburgh"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/to-miss-logan/"
---

# To Miss Logan

### with Beattie’s Poems, for a New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787

## Poem
Again the silent wheels of time  
Their annual round have driven,  
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,  
Are so much nearer Heaven.

No gifts have I from Indian coasts  
The infant year to hail;  
I send you more than India boasts,  
In Edwin’s simple tale.

Our sex with guile, and faithless love,  
Is charg’d, perhaps too true;  
But may, dear maid, each lover prove  
An Edwin still to you.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/to-miss-logan/