I lov'd thee once; no lyres sang in Hell,
No bridges spann'd the expanse of the sea,
None dar'd, none fought, none brav'd the rolling swell
With brighter flame than what I bore for thee.
Some honour most the beauty that is fled,
Rememb'ring e'er the gleaming gaze now dimm'd;
Some seek a semblance of their ardour, dead,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.Thou hast not chang'd in beauty; in thine eyes,
Still do the fairest stars of heaven shine.
Had they in slightest part regain'd the skies,
My heart had ever hunger'd after thine.
Thou art the same: then fault it is in me
To value less the grace I daily see.
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