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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. Beloved, 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. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |