To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787

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Robert Burns - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)

To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787

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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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  • Robert Burns