Sonnet Ccxcvii:

O say thou lovest me; say it o'er again; Ring all the changes on that blissful phrase; Say it with lip, mouth, tongue; in all the ways That utterance hath, in peace, in joy, in pain! Say it in silence, when thy soft eyes rain Welcome upon me; when before my praise, Like a young lily, slowly downward sways Thy gleaming face, afire through every vein. Say it with clasping hand, with tears that pour At hint of parting; with the widowed air My briefest absence makes thy features wear. O say thou lovest me; say it o'er and o'er; Let word, look, act, the gracious tidings bear; Now say thou lovest me, my Beloved, once more!