Poem: You Say You Love, By John Keats

You say you love

I.
You say you love; but with a voice 
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth 
The soft Vespers to herself 
While the chime-bell ringeth - 
O love me truly! 
II.
You say you love; but with a smile 
Cold as sunrise in September, 
As you were Saint Cupid's nun, 
And kept his weeks of Ember. 
O love me truly! 
III.
You say you love - but then your lips 
Coral tinted teach no blisses. 
More than coral in the sea - 
They never pout for kisses - 
O love me truly! 
IV.
You say you love; but then your hand 
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth, 
It is like a statue's dead - 
While mine to passion burneth - 
O love me truly! 
V.
O breathe a word or two of fire! 
Smile, as if those words should burn be, 
Squeeze as lovers should - O kiss 
And in thy heart inurn me! 
O love me truly!