Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, <br /> A place where body saw na; <br />Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine <br /> The gowden locks of Anna. <br /> <br />The hungry Jew in wilderness <br /> Rejoicing o'er his manna <br />Was naething to my hiney bliss <br /> Upon the lips of Anna. <br /> <br />Ye Monarchs take the East and West <br /> Frae Indus to Savannah: <br />Gie me within my straining grasp <br /> The melting form of Anna! <br /> <br />There I'll despise Imperial charms, <br /> An empress or sultana, <br />While dying raptures in her arms, <br /> I give an' take wi' Anna! <br /> <br />Awa, thou flaunting God of Day! <br /> Awa, thou pale Diana! <br />Ilk star, gae hide thy twinkling ray, <br /> When I'm to meet my Anna! <br /> <br />Come, in thy raven plumage, Night <br /> (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a') <br />And bring an Angel-pen to write <br /> My transports with my Anna! <br /> <br />The Kirk an State may join, an tell <br /> To do sic things I maunna: <br />The Kirk an State may gae to Hell, <br /> And I'll gae to my Anna. <br />She is the sunshine o' my e'e, <br /> To live but her I canna: <br />Had I on earth but wishes three, <br /> The first should be my Anna.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anna-thy-charms/
