Say over again, and yet once over again, <br />That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated <br />Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it, <br />Remember, never to the hill or plain, <br />Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain <br />Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. <br />Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted <br />By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain <br />Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear <br />Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, <br />Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year ? <br />Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll <br />The silver iterance !--only minding, Dear, <br />To love me also in silence with thy soul.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxi-3/
