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.