 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
MUCH LOVE
(Beaucoup d'Amour.)
BÉRANGER.
I.
I know by sages we are toldTo reckon riches vile;
I'm not a sage, and so of gold
I'd like a pretty pile.
It is not avarice; Oh no!
For Sophie's sake I'd have it so:
Oh, 't is, be sure,
Beaucoup d'amour;
Only love,—much love!
II.
And I would be a bard divine,Her praises to prolong;
And link my Sophie's name with mine,
In never-dying song;
Yet if I thus aspire to claim
The poet's laurel wreath of fame,
Oh, 't is, be sure,
Beaucoup d'amour;
Only love,—much love!
III.
And I would be a sceptred king,That Sophie might be seen
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To grace my darling queen.
Ambition? No; for her alone
I 'd wish to sit upon a throne:
Oh, 't is, be sure,
Beaucoup d'amour;
Only love,—much love!
IV.
Yet why, Oh why, would I possessThese shining gifts of Fate?
For love has more of happiness
Than fortune, fame, or state:
So let them go; I'll not repine;
The sweetest treasure still is mine:
Oh, 't is, be sure,
Beaucoup d'amour;
Only love,—much love!
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