Love Song

I love thee, oh! I love thee, As the sweet bee loves the flower, As the swallow loves the summer, As the humming bird the bower; As the petrel loves the ocean, As the nightingale the night; I love, I love thee, dearest! Thou being good and bright.

I love thee, oh! I love thee, There's nothing on this earth, Can feel a deeper fondness, A flame of purer worth; The eagle loves its offspring, Most faithful is the dove; But thou! thy smallest ringlet, Has more from me than love.