Love me a little, love me as thou wilt, <br />Whether a draught it be of passionate wine <br />Poured with both hands divine, <br />Or just a cup of water spilt <br />On dying lips and mine. <br />Give me the love thou wilt, <br />The purity, the guilt, <br />So it be thine. <br /> <br />Love me a little. Let it be thy cheek <br />With its red signals. That were dear to kiss. <br />Or, if thou mayest not this, <br />A finger--tip my own to seek <br />At nightfall when none guess. <br />Eyes have the wit to speak, <br />And sighs send messages: <br />Even give less. <br /> <br />Love me a little. Let it be in words <br />Of happy omen heralding thy choice, <br />Or in a veiled sad voice <br />Of warning, like a frightened bird's. <br />How should I not rejoice, <br />Though swords be crossed with swords <br />And discord mar love's chords <br />And tears thy voice? <br /> <br />Love me a little. All my world thou art. <br />Thy much were Heaven: thy little Earth shall be. <br />If not Eternity, <br />Then Time be mine, the human part, <br />A single hour with thee. <br />Love as thou wilt and art, <br />With all or half a heart, <br />So thou love me.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-me-a-little/
