You Say You Love; But With A Voice

You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth— O love me truly! You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid’s nun, And kept his weeks of Ember— O love me truly! You say you love; but then your lips Coral tinted teach no blisses, More than coral in the sea— They never pout for kisses— O love me truly! You say you love; but then your hand No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth; It is like a statue’s, dead,— While mine for passion burneth— O love me truly! O breathe a word or two of fire! Smile, as if those words should burn me, Squeeze as lovers should—O kiss And in thy heart inurn me— O love me truly!