XIII - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech / The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech / The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
If thou must love me, let it be for nought / Except for love's sake only. Do not say
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. / I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers / Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear / Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think / That thou wast in the world a year ago,
Say over again, and yet once over again, / That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife / Shut in upon itself and do no harm
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne / From year to year until I saw thy face,
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me / From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! / And yet they seem alive and quivering
I see thine image through my tears to-night, / And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
Thou comest! all is said without a word. / I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear / The name I used to run at, when a child,
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange / And be all to me? Shall I never miss
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed / The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;