A Proof of Love
“If you love me as I love you”—
(Ah, sweet those words to lover’s ear,
’Twas Lois spake, in accents true,
So loving, tender, kind and dear.)
“If you love me as I love you”—
(Ah, heaven and earth were wrapped in bliss,
The wild rose listened, dissolved in dew;
The very zephyrs sought her kiss.)
“If you love me as I love you”—
(Ah, strains from Paradise her words!)
“And if I do, what then?” I asked;
While round us winged the listening birds.
“If you love me as I love you—”
She raised those fringèd eyes of jet,
And whispered low in pleading tones:
“Just fill the wood box, will you, pet?”