"Love me," she said, "not only for to-day,
Or for tomorrow, or for years to come,
But ever and for ever, and alway 
Let my heart find within thy heart its home, 
And not one passing cloud or shadow be, 
Beloved one, between thy soul and me."

"Love me," she said, "at rise and fall of day; 
Love me in summer most, and most in spring; 
Love me in every simple word I say,
And place around my path a magic ring 
Of sweetness and protection, full and free,
All rising from thy tender love for me."

 ... 

"Love me," she said, "for I may often fail 
In judgment, and in daily needs and power;
But if thou lovest me, it will avail 
To smooth each rising wave from hour to hour; 
And whatsoe'er short comings there may be, 
Think of this always — that thou lovest me."