I LOVE THEE.

I love thee — I love thee! ‘ Tis all that I can say;— It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day;

The very echo of my heart, The blessing when I pray: I love thee — I love thee! Is all that I can say.

I love thee — I love thee! Is ever on my tongue; In all my proudest poesy That chorus still is sung;

It is the verdict of my eyes, Amidst the gay and young: I love thee — I love thee! A thousand maids among.

I love thee — I love thee! Thy bright hazel glance, The mellow lute upon those lips, Whose tender tones entrance;

But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs That still these words enhance, I love thee — I love thee! Whatever be thy chance.