I Love Thee

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Title:     I Love Thee
Author: James Avis Bartley [More Titles by Bartley]

I love thee--oh! I love thee,
With fervor, deep and wild,
Thy beauty's charm most strangely,
My spirit hath beguiled.

I love thee--oh! I love thee,
The Spring's first, freshest flower,
Comes not across my spirit,
With such a holy power.

I love thee--oh! I love thee,
The fibres of my heart
Are closely twined about thee,
As if by magic art.

I see thee--oh! I see thee,
In the sunbeam, in the bud,
In all that's fair in nature,
In all that's bright and good.

I hear thee--oh! I hear thee,
In the melting music-words,
That swell, at joyous morning,
From the woodland choir of birds.

I crave thee--oh! I crave thee,
Thou angel sent from God!
To beautify the pathway,
Which must by me be trod.

I love thee--oh! I love thee!
And, dearest, I implore,
That bliss may still await thee,
On Heaven's far brighter shore.

[The end]
James Avis Bartley's poem: I Love Thee

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