Countdown to St. Valentine’s Day
Robert Burns (1759 – 1796) is one of Scotland’s most beloved poets.
Most of us in the United Kingdom are blessed enough to have read and studied at least some of his works at school. He didn’t have an easy life and yet out of the hard times he gave us some of the most wonderful and enduring poetry that these Isles have ever known.
His life journey through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and financial success can be identified by all Scots and common men the world over. He has become a national symbol of all things Scottish. His life was indeed like a love story with a happy ending, as after publishing his works and gaining popularity with them, he was able to return home and marry his beloved Jean Armour, now with the blessing of her family.
Love Poem by Robert Burns
O my luve’s like a red, red rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!