I was fortunate enough to go to the UK in 08 and I just ran across a beautiful mini book of poems I bought while in Scotland. This one is by Robert Burns (1759-1796). My luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's like the melodie. That's sweetly play'd in tune. I just love the way they spoke back then...so much feeling and thought. Heard of any good poets lately?