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constancy.
I could not bear an altered eye,
I could not list a careless lay—
A thoughtless tone, whose vague reply
Told the heart far away:
I would not other lips should praise,—
I would not other eyes should gaze,—
If one, and only one alone,
Felt the deep love that matched my own.

I would be prized all else above,
Valued as some peculiar star;
Worshipped, as if no other gem
Lit the blue arch afar.
Mine, the heart's deep devotion be,
Unchanging, half idolatry;
The polar beam, whose light divine
Nor sets, nor fades,—such love be mine.

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