XXI + 

Say over again, and yet once over again + 

That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated + 

Should seem a “cuckoo-song,” as thou dost treat it, + 

Remember, never to the hill or plain, + 

Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain + 

Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed! + 

Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted + 

By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain + 

Cry, “Speak once more⁠—thou lovest!” Who can fear + 

Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, + 

Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year? + 

Say thou dost love me, love me, love me⁠—toll + 

The silver iterance!⁠—only minding, Dear, + 

To love me also in silence with thy soul. + 