Song - Anna, thy Charms

Portrait of Robert Burns
Robert Burns 1759–1796
229Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my soul with care; But ah! how bootless to admire, When fated to despair!

Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, To hope may be forgiven; For sure ’twere impious to despair So much in sight of heaven.

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