A Christmas ring . Say over again, and yet^once more again,That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem *a cuckoo-song, as thou dost treat it;Remember never to the hill or plain,Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain,Comes the fresh Spring, in all her green completed, Beloved, I, amid the darkness greetedBy a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubts painCry . . Speak once more .... thou lovest! Who can fearToo many stars, though each in heaven shall roll—Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?Say thou dost love me, love me, love me,—tollThe silver iterance!—only mi

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A Christmas ring . Say over again, and yet^once more again,That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem *a cuckoo-song, as thou dost treat it;Remember never to the hill or plain,Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain,Comes the fresh Spring, in all her green completed, Beloved, I, amid the darkness greetedBy a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubts painCry . . Speak once more .... thou lovest! Who can fearToo many stars, though each in heaven shall roll—Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?Say thou dost love me, love me, love me,—tollThe silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,To love me also in silence, with thy soul. Sonnets from the Porttiguese. Mrs. Browning. >«• .!!?•• ? *i ?. t I

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