Sonnet 21 - Say over again, and yet once over again

1Say over again, and yet once over again,

2That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated

3Should seem 'a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,

4Remember, never to the hill or plain,

5Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain

6Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.

7Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted

8By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain

9Cry, 'Speak once more—thou lovest! 'Who can fear

10Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,

11Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?

12Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll

13The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,

14To love me also in silence with thy soul.