How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee if I know not how?
For thee I feel but thou feel not for me
Many a morning am I prayed, “How now?”
I say, “Mine sorrow is I can’t love thee.”
In hell’s fires I shriek with agony,
“Wherefore mine love for thee goes to nothing?
My love for thee is deeper than th’ sea
And higher than mountains, it is rising!”
But now methinks yonder lies one answer
Mine coz quoth he that I’ll just be myself
Th’ trick learned I to be a lover:
Fancy things are good not; just be yourself!
Hearken, my love, it is thee I feel for
Come, let’s away, before I lament more.