A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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O my Luve is like a red, red rose
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
That's sweetly played in tune.
Till a' the seas gang dry.
I will love thee still, my dear,
So deep in luve am I;
That's newly sprung in June;
And fare thee weel awhile!
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
And I will come again, my luve,
O my Luve is like the melody
While the sands o' life shall run.
Though it were ten thousand mile.