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9.

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,^[1]
Yet still he loves, and loves but one.^[2]

1809. [First published, 1809.]

1. Though wheresoe'er my bark may run,
   I love but thee, I love but one.—[Imit. and Transl., p. 230.]
   The land recedes his Bark is gone.
   Yet still he loves and loves but one.—[MS.]
2. Yet far away he loves but one.—[MS.]