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LOVE'S INCREASE.
I love thee more than ever, Love,
With passion far too vast to prove.
Since words, since signs, were mockery here,
By which men seek to make appear
Their feelings—that are mockeries all,
Compared with my love's mightiest thrall;
Oh! but this fearful depth of feeling
Seems self from self too surely stealing!
With passion far too vast to prove.
Since words, since signs, were mockery here,
By which men seek to make appear
Their feelings—that are mockeries all,
Compared with my love's mightiest thrall;
Oh! but this fearful depth of feeling
Seems self from self too surely stealing!
I love thee more than ever, Love!
Hope, life, myself—thyself above!
Still doth thy present self appear
Even than thy past self far more dear!
Ever I love thee more than ever,
Though to love less be mine endeavour!
Hope, life, myself—thyself above!
Still doth thy present self appear
Even than thy past self far more dear!
Ever I love thee more than ever,
Though to love less be mine endeavour!
76
I love thee more than ever, Love,
Myself and e'en thyself above!
Since daily grows thy glorious sway,
Thou wert not loved thus yesterday;
To-morrow dearer still than ever,—
But can this be, Ah!—never!—never!
Myself and e'en thyself above!
Since daily grows thy glorious sway,
Thou wert not loved thus yesterday;
To-morrow dearer still than ever,—
But can this be, Ah!—never!—never!
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