I Love Thee by Thomas Hood

 

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.