Love

Canst thou love me, lady?
  I've not learn'd to woo:
  Thou art on the shady
  Side of sixty too.
  Still I love thee dearly!
  Thou hast lands and pelf:
  But I love thee merely
  Merely for thyself.
  Wilt thou love me, fairest?
 Though thou art not fair;
 And I think thou wearest
 Someone-else's hair.
 Thou could'st love, though, dearly:
 And, as I am told,
 Thou art very nearly
 Worth thy weight, in gold.
 Dost thou love me, sweet love?
 Tell me that thou dost!
 Women fairly beat one,
 But I think thou must.
 Thou art loved so dearly:
 I am plain, but then
 Thou (to speak sincerely)
 Art as plain again.
 Love me, bashful fairy!
 I've an empty purse:
 And I've "moods," which vary;
 Mostly for the worse.
 Still, I love thee dearly:
 Though I make (I feel)
 Love a little queerly,
 I'm as true as steel.
 Love me, swear to love me
  (As, you know, they do)
 By yon heaven above me
 And its changeless blue.
 Love me, lady, dearly,
 If you'll be so good;
 Though I don't see clearly
 On what ground you should.
 Love me - ah or love me
 Not, but be my bride!
 Do not simply shove me
  (So to speak) aside!
 P'raps it would be dearly
 Purchased at the price;
 But a hundred yearly
 Would be very nice.