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‘Tis done - and shivering in the gale / The bark unfurls her snowy sail; / And whistling o'er the bending mast, / Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast; / And I must from this land be gone, / Because I cannot love but one.
But could I be what I have been, / And could I see what I have seen - / Could I repose upon the breast / Which once my warmest wishes blest - / I should not seek another zone, / Because I cannot love but one.