SONG.
Reading edition
By Thomas Lovell Beddoes.
From “Torrismond,” Sc. iii. How many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new fall’n year, Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of eternity— So many times do I love thee, dear. How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the tumbling main And threading the eye of a yellow star— So many times do I love again.