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from the Portuguese > XXI. "Say over again, and yet once over again..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) |
| 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. |
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