A Red, Red Rose
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my love, Thou' it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns 1759-96, b. Scotland
From 1797-1798 Coleridge lived in Somerset, near the poet William Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy. In 1789 the two men collaborated on a joint volume of tpetry which featured Colerdge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner. In the autumn of that year they travelled around Europe together with Coleridge studying German and philosophy. Coleridge returnde to settle in Keswick in the Lake District and wrote this poem in 1802.
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Red Rose Red Rose
Which is a sweet scent to the nose
So soft and smooth
It makes my heart move
Red Rose Red Rose
Which makes a good pose
That I like to hold
Red Rose Red Rose
Which the wind blows
As each day goes
Red Rose Red Rose
Which grows and grows
It's my favorite kind
That it sooths the mind
Red Rose Red Rose
That it helps sooth my soul
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