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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