Love thee, dearest, love thee!

Love thee, dearest, love thee!
    Yes, by yonder star I swear.
Which thr'o tears above thee,
    Shines so sadly fair.
Tho too oft dim,
    With tears like him,
Like him my truth will shine;
    And love thee, dearest, love thee!
Yes till death I'm thine.

Leave thee, dearest, leave thee!
    No, that star is not more true;
When my vows deceive thee,
    It will wander too.
A cloud of night
    May veil its light,
And death shall darken mine.
    But leave thee, dearest, leave thee,
No - till death I'm thine.

 
 
Acknowledgments
Notes
In this poem by Thomas Moore, Susan's changes are mostly to the punctuation with the exception of change of pronoun from "he" (which Moore had italicized) to "it". The version below (and "My Heart and Lute") is taken from The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, A New Version from the Last London Edition, Phillips, Sampson, and Co., Boston, 1856:
Love thee, dearest? love thee?
    Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which through tears above thee
    Shines so sadly fair;
Though often dim,
With tears like him,
Like him my truth will shine,
    And - love thee, dearest? love thee?
Yes, till death I'm thine.

Leave thee, dearest? leave thee?
    No, that star is not more true;
When my vows deceive thee,
     He will wander too.
A cloud of night
May veil his light,
And death shall darken mine -
    But leave thee, dearest? leave thee?
No, till death I'm thine.
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