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

229 . Song—Anna, thy Charms

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.