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.