Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By AmélieTroubetzkoy

1520 A Sonnet

TAKE all of me,—I am thine own, heart, soul,

Brain, body,—all; all that I am or dream

Is thine forever; yea, though space should teem

With thy conditions, I ’d fulfil the whole—

Were to fulfil them to be loved of thee.

Oh, love me!—were to love me but a way

To kill me—love me; so to die would be

To live forever. Let me hear thee say

Once only, “Dear, I love thee,”’—then all life

Would be one sweet remembrance, thou its king:

Nay, thou art that already, and the strife

Of twenty worlds could not uncrown the Bring,

O Time! my monarch to possess his throne

Which is my heart and for himself alone.