148. To Miss Logan with Beattie's Poems
Read '148. To Miss Logan with Beattie's Poems' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
148. To Miss Logan with Beattie's Poems by Robert Burns
AGAIN the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driven,
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heaven.
No gifts have I from Indian coasts
The infant year to hail;
I send you more than India boasts,
In Edwin’s simple tale.
Our sex with guile, and faithless love,
Is charg’d, perhaps too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
An Edwin still to you.
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