Living

Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast

by Robert Burns 1759–1796

From Poems and Songs, 1793

Living

Come, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne’er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The world’s wealth and grandeur:
And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live to love her.

Thus, in my arms, wi’ a’ her charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I’ll seek nae main o’ Heav’n to share,
Tha sic a moment’s pleasure:
And by thy e’en sae bonie blue,
I swear I’m thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

MLA

Burns, Robert. “Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/424/.

Chicago

Burns, Robert. “Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/burns/424/.

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