Thomas Lovell Beddoes

(1803-1818 / England)

Song From Torrismond - Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

How many times do I love thee, dear?
Tell me how many thoughts there be
In the atmosphere
Of a new-fall'n year,
Whose white and sable hours appear
The latest flake of Eternity:
So many times do I love thee, dear.

How many times do I love again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star:
So many times do I love again.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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