I.
Thine am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev'ry pulse along my veins,
Ev'ry roving fancy.
II.
To thy bosom lay my heart,
There to throb and languish:
Tho' despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.
III.
Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure:
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure.
IV.
What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning:
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.
Nancy.
Robert Burns
Suggested Poems
Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.
An error occured while fetching poems
Retrieving suggested poems failed. Please refresh the page, or try again later