How can I tell thee when I love thee best? <br />In rapture or repose? how shall I say? <br />I only know I love thee every way, <br />Plumed for love's flight, or folded in love's nest. <br />See, what is day but night bedewed with rest? <br />And what the night except the tired-out day? <br />And 'tis love's difference, not love's decay, <br />If now I dawn, now fade, upon thy breast. <br />Self-torturing sweet! Is't not the self-same sun <br />Wanes in the west that flameth in the east, <br />His fervour nowise altered nor decreased? <br />So rounds my love, returning where begun, <br />And still beginning, never most nor least, <br />But fixedly various, all love's parts in one.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-unity/
