Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?

And would the sun for thee more coldly shine Because of grave-damps falling round my head?

I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read Thy thought so in the letter.I am thine -But...so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.

Then, love me, Love! look on me--breathe on me!

As brighter ladies do not count it strange, For love, to give up acres and degree, I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!