Can it be right to give what I can give?
       To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
       As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
       Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
       Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
       For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
       That this can scarce be right! We are not peers
       So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
       That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
       Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!
       I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
       Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
       Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.
       Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

I. I thought once how Theocritus had sung
II. But only three in all God's universe
III. Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
IV. Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
V. I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
VI. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
VII. The face of all the world is changed, I think
VIII. What can I give thee back, O liberal
IX. Can it be right to give what I can give?
X. Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI. And therefore if to love can be desert
XII. Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII. And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV. If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV. Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI. And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII. My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII. I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX. The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX. Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
XXI. Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII. Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
XXIV. Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV. A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI. I lived with visions for my company
XXVII. My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII. My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
XXIX. I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud
XXX. I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI. Thou comest! all is said without a word
XXXII. The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
XXXIII. Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
XXXIV. With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
XXXV. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
XXXVI. When we met first and loved, I did not build
XXXVII. Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
XXXVIII. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
XXXIX. Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
XL. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
XLI. I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
XLII. My future will not copy fair my past
XLIII. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
XLIV. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers