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You say you love but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth
O love me truly!
You say you love but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September
As you were Saint Cupid's nun
And kept his weeks of Ember
O love me truly!
You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!
You say you love but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!
