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.

by Thomas Hood

Comments (2)

...........a haunting write...so beautifully written...
Ah yes-These verbaged words are pleasent to ear... Of poetic master to reader's heart and brain does their full meaning well appear. So enduring to heart and mind.... Poetical treasures to read and find. Appreciated taste's does to all well matter... Tis' heart felt imagery bought of ripened talent. Be it ever so gallant to gratuitous gather... This poem has earmarks of a talented old schooled master. Loved it's workage and smooth flow. Easily a ten. God bless all poets-MJG.