Only Thine.

I know that thou art mine, my love,
    I know that thou art fair;
And lovelier than the orange-flowers
    That bind thy glossy hair:
That thou hast every gentle grace
    Which nature can design--
I know that thou art mine, my love,
    I know that I am thine:
            Yes, thine, my love,
            I'm thine, my love,
    Thine, thine, and only thine.

I know that thou art true, my love,
    And welcome as the breeze
Which comes, with healing on its wings,
    Across the summer seas:
That thou hast every winning charm
    Which culture may refine--
I know that thou art mine, my love,
    I know that I am thine.
            Yes, thine, my love,
            I'm thine, my love,
    Thine, thine, and only thine.