437. Song—Thine am I my faithful Fair
Read '437. Song—Thine am I my faithful Fair' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
437. Song—Thine am I my faithful Fair by Robert Burns
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev’ry pulse along my veins,
Ev’ry roving fancy.
To thy bosom lay my heart,
There to throb and languish;
Tho’ despair had wrung its core,
That would heal its anguish.
Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure!
What is life when wanting Love?
Night without a morning:
Love’s the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.
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