The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Song ('Anna, thy charms my bosom fire')
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Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire!
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure, 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire!
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure, 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.