"COMBIEN m'aimez-vous?" Ah! the whispered words so sweet, As, kneeling at my darling's feet, I told the tale of love so true. An answer did I vainly sue: Looking down in mild surprise, Laughter rippling in her eyes, -- "Combien m'aimez-vous?" Not a word of French I knew; But her lovely, blushing face, Downcast eyes, and simple grace Furnished me at once a clew. Quickly back the answer flew From me, as I kissed her hand, "Fairest maid in all the land, @3soi psanai dinam ou@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN |