“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 and 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.”
