^*^I love thee..As I love the calm Of sweet..Star-lighted hours! I love thee..As I love the balm Of early jes'mine flow'rs^*^
^*^I love thee..As I love the last Rich smile of fading day..Which lingereth..Like the look we cast On rapture pass'd away^*^
^*^I love thee..As I love the tone Of some soft-breathing fluteWhose soul is wak'd for me alone..
When all beside is mute^*^
^*^I love thee..As I love the first Young violet of the spring..Or the pale lily..April-nurs'd..To scented blossoming^*^
^*^I love thee..As I love the full..Clear gushings of the song..Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--At night-fall floats along..^*^
^*^Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet..The hours of rest and dew;When melody and moonlight meet To blend their charm..And hue^*^
^*^I love thee..As the glad bird loves The freedom of its wing..On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering^*^
^*^I love thee..As I love the swell..And hush..Of some low strain..Which bringeth..By its gentle spell..The past to life again..Such is the feeling which from thee..Nought earthly can allure...^*^
^*^!Tis ever link'd to all I seeOf gifted--high--and pure!..^*^
