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Once, and once only, let me speak Of all that I have felt for years; You read it not upon my cheek, You dreamed not of it in my tears.

And yet I loved thee with a love That into every feeling came; I never looked on heaven above Without a prayer to bless thy name.

I had no other love to share, That which was thine—and thine alone; A few sad thoughts it had to spare For those beneath the funeral stone.

But every living hope was thine, Affection with my being grew;