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...