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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Love Me A Little
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Love me a little, love me as thou wilt,
 Whether a draught it be of passionate wine
 Poured with both hands divine,
 Or just a cup of water spilt
 On dying lips and mine.
 Give me the love thou wilt,
 The purity, the guilt,
 So it be thine.

 Love me a little. Let it be thy cheek
 With its red signals. That were dear to kiss.
 Or, if thou mayest not this,
 A finger--tip my own to seek
 At nightfall when none guess.
 Eyes have the wit to speak,
 And sighs send messages:
 Even give less.

 Love me a little. Let it be in words
 Of happy omen heralding thy choice,
 Or in a veiled sad voice
 Of warning, like a frightened bird`s.
 How should I not rejoice,
 Though swords be crossed with swords
 And discord mar love`s chords
 And tears thy voice?

 Love me a little. All my world thou art.
 Thy much were Heaven: thy little Earth shall be.
 If not Eternity,
 Then Time be mine, the human part,
 A single hour with thee.
 Love as thou wilt and art,
 With all or half a heart,
 So thou love me.
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