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How many times do I love thee, dear?
  Tell me how many thoughts there be
          In the atmosphere
          Of a new-fall’n year,
Whose white and sable hours appear
  The latest flake of Eternity:
So many times do I love thee, dear.

How many times do I love again?
  Tell me how many beads there are
          In a silver chain
          Of evening rain,
Unravell’d from the tumbling main,
  And threading the eye of a yellow star:
So many times do I love again.