I Yea, Why I Love Thee Let My Heart Repeat: I Look Upon Thy Face And Then Divine How Men Could Die For Beauty, Such As Thine,-- Deeming It Sweet To Lay My Life And Manhood At Thy Feet, And For A Word, A Glance, Do Deeds Of Old Romance. Ii Yea, Why I Love Thee Let My Heart Unfold: I Look Into Thy Heart And Then I Know The Wondrous Poetry Of The Long-Ago, The Age Of Gold, That Speaks Strange Music, That Is Old, So Old, Yet Young, As When 'T Was Born, With All The Youth Of Morn. Iii Yea, Why I Love Thee Let My Heart Conclude: I Look Into Thy Soul And Realize The Undiscovered Meaning Of The Skies,-- That Long Have Wooed The World With Far Ideals That Elude,-- Out Of Whose Dreams, Maybe, God Shapes Reality.