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And who that dear lov'd one may be,

Is not for vulgar eyes to see;

And why that early love was cross'd,

Thou know'st the best, I feel the most;

But few that dwell beneath the sun

Have loved so long, and loved but one.

10.

I've tried another's fetters too,

With charms perchance as fair to view;

And I would fain have loved as well,

But some unconquerable spell

Forbade my bleeding breast to own

A kindred care for aught but one.

11.

'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,

And bless thee in my last adieu;

Yet wish I not those eyes to weep

For him that wanders o'er the deep;

His home, his hope, his youth are gone,

Yet still he loves, and loves but one. 1809. [First published, 1809.]