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IF . . . . ?
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So you but love me, be it your own way,In your own time, no sooner than you will,
No warmer than you would from day to day,
But love me still!
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Each day that still you love me seems to meA little fairer than the day before.
For, daily given, love's least must daily be
A little more.
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And be my most gain'd your least given, if suchYour sweet will be! I reckon not the cost,
Nor count the gain, by little or by much,
Or least or most.
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Little or much, to me the gift I craveIs all in all. There is not any measure
Of more or less can gauge the need I have
Of that dear treasure.
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So you but love me, tho' your love be cold,Mine it can chill not. Tho' your love come late,
Mine for its coming, by sweet dreams foretold,
Will dreaming wait.
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Yet ah, if some far chance, before I die,One hour of waking life might let me live,
Rich with the dream'd-of dear reality
'Tis yours to give!
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Your whole sweet self, with your sweet self's whole love!Those eyes of fire and dew, those lips wish-haunted,
Those feet whose steps like elfin music move
Thro' worlds enchanted!
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Your whole sweet self! The unutter'd thoughts that stirYour lonest musings with light wings unheard,
And feelings that find no interpreter
In deed or word!
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Your whole sweet self, that, till by love reveal'd,Even to yourself still half unknown must be!
For of the wealth in souls like yours conceal'd
Love keeps the key.
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Ah, if your whole sweet self, by all the powerOf your sweet self's whole love in some divine
Far distant hour made wholly yours, that hour
Made wholly mine,
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And if in that blest hour all dreams came true,All doubts dissolv'd, all fears were whirl'd away
In one wild storm of tendernesses new
As time's first day,
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What should we both be? Hush! I do not dareEven to hear my own heart's whisper utter'd.
Be its sole answerer the silent air
This sigh has flutter'd!
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