Elizabeth Barrett Browning — May’s Love

I. You love all, you say,         Round, beneath, above me: Find me then some way         Better than to love me, Me, too, dearest May! II. O world-kissing eyes         Which the blue heavens melt to; I, sad, overwise,         Loathe the sweet looks dealt to All things—men and flies. III. You love all, you say:         Therefore, Dear, abate me Just your love, I pray!         Shut your eyes and hate me— Only me—fair May!