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As steals the dew along the flower, So stole thy smile on me; I cannot tell the day, nor hour I first loved thee!

But now in every scene and clime, In change of grief or glee, I only measure from the time I first loved thee!

I only think,—when fast and fair My good ship cuts the sea,— I leave the lovely island where I first loved thee!

The wide world has one only spot Where I would wish to be; Where, all the rest of life forgot, I first loved thee!