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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

1787

148 . To Miss Logan, with Beattie’s Poems

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.