The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM |
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TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM
Ellisland in Nithsdale, July 27th, 1788
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My godlike friend—nay, do not stare:You think the praise is odd-like?
But ‘God is Love,’ the saints declare;
Then surely thou art god-like!
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And is thy ardour still the same,And kindled still in Anna?
Others may boast a partial flame,
But thou art a volcano!
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Even Wedlock asks not love beyondDeath's tie-dissolving portal;
But thou, omnipotently fond,
May'st promise love immortal!
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Thy wounds such healing powers defy,Such symptoms dire attend them,
That last great antihectic try—
Marriage perhaps may mend them.
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Sweet Anna has an air—a grace,Divine, magnetic, touching!
She takes, she charms—but who can trace
The process of bewitching?
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