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From Sonnets from the Portuguese
-21-
Say over again, and yet once over 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 greeted,
By a doubtful spirit voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more - thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though