May’s Love by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


You love all, you say,
Round, beneath, above me:
Find me then some way
Better than to love me,
Me, too, dearest May!


O world-kissing eyes
Which the blue heavens melt to;
I, sad, overwise,
Loathe the sweet looks dealt to
All things–men and flies.


You love all, you say:
Therefore, Dear, abate me
Just your love, I pray!
Shut your eyes and hate me–
Only me–fair May!

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