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.