Only Thine.

I know that thou art mine, my love,

I know that thou art fair;

And lovelier than the orange-flowers

That bind thy glossy hair:

That thou hast every gentle grace

Which nature can design —

I know that thou art mine, my love,

I know that I am thine:

Yes, thine, my love,

I'm thine, my love,

Thine, thine, and only thine.

I know that thou art true, my love,

And welcome as the breeze

Which comes, with healing on its wings,

Across the summer seas:

That thou hast every winning charm

Which culture may refine —

I know that thou art mine, my love,

I know that I am thine.

Yes, thine, my love,

I'm thine, my love,

Thine, thine, and only thine.