I
love you in the morning,
I love you all the noon;
I
love you in the evening,
I love you ‘neath the moon.
I
love you when you’re absent,
I love you when you’re near;
I
love you when you’re naughty,
I love you when you’re dear.
I
love you, love you better,
Than all the world, I do;
There’s
nothing, nothing, nothing,
I wouldn’t do for you.
I
love you, noble creature,
How much I cannot say;
I
love you, love you, LOVE YOU,
The writer of this lay.
March
22, 1896
Pub.
Camb. Press,
July
25, ‘96
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