Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXI lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXI lyrics]
Say over again, and yet once over again
That thou dost love me
Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song, " as
Thou dost treat it
Remember, never to the hill or plain
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in
All her green completed
Belovèd, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice
In that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more -thou
Lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though each
In heaven shall roll, too many flowers
Though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me -toll
The silver iterance! -only minding, Dear
To love me also in silence with thy soul
That thou dost love me
Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song, " as
Thou dost treat it
Remember, never to the hill or plain
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in
All her green completed
Belovèd, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice
In that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more -thou
Lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though each
In heaven shall roll, too many flowers
Though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me -toll
The silver iterance! -only minding, Dear
To love me also in silence with thy soul