Yes, Yes! I Love Thee, Guilo; Thee Alone. Why Dost Thou Sigh, And Wear That Face Of Sorrow? The Sunshine Is To-Day'S, Although It Shone On Yesterday, And May Shine On To-Morrow. I Love But Thee, My Guilo! Be Content; The Greediest Heart Can Claim But Present Pleasure. The Future Is Thy God'S. The Past Is Spent. To-Day Is Thine; Clasp Close The Precious Treasure. See How I Love Thee, Guilo! Lips And Eyes Could Never Under Thy Fond Gaze Dissemble. I Could Not Feign These Passion-Laden Sighs; Deceiving Thee, My Pulses Would Not Tremble. "So I Loved Romney." Hush, Thou Foolish One - I Should Forget Him Wholly Wouldst Thou Let Me; Or But Remember That His Day Was Done From That Supremest Hour When First I Met Thee. "And Paul?" Well, What Of Paul? Paul Had Blue Eyes, And Romney Gray, And Thine Are Darkly Tender! One Finds Fresh Feelings Under Change Of Skies - A New Horizon Brings A Newer Splendor. As I Love Thee I Never Loved Before; Believe Me, Guilo, For I Speak Most Truly. What Though To Romney And To Paul I Swore The Self-Same Words; My Heart Now Worships Newly. We Never Feel The Same Emotion Twice: No Two Ships Ever Ploughed The Self-Same Billow; The Waters Change With Every Fall And Rise; So, Guilo, Go Contented To Thy Pillow.