“I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn <br />How much I love you?” “You I love even so, <br />And so I learn it.” “Sweet, you cannot know <br />How fair you are.” “If fair enough to earn <br />Your love, so much is all my love's concern.” <br />“My love grows hourly, sweet.” “Mine too doth grow, <br />Yet love seemed full so many hours ago!” <br />Thus lovers speak, till kisses claim their turn. <br />Ah! happy they to whom such words as these <br />In youth have served for speech the whole day long, <br />Hour after hour, remote from the world's throng, <br />Work, contest, fame, all life's confederate pleas,— <br />What while Love breathed in sighs and silences <br />Through two blent souls one rapturous undersong.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiii-youth-s-antiphony/
