Song

Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849)

How many times do I love thee, dear?
Tell me how many thoughts there be
In the atmosphere
Of a new-fall'n year,
Whose white and sable hours appear
The latest flake of Eternity:—
So many times do I love thee, dear.

How many times do I love again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain.
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star:—
So many times do I love again.