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We love but once. The great gold orb of light / From dawn to even-tide doth cast his ray; / But the full splendor of his perfect might / Is reached but once throughout the livelong day.
We love but once. The waves, with ceaseless motion, / Do day and night plash on the pebbled shore; / But the strong tide of the resistless ocean / Sweeps in but one hour of the twenty-four.
We love but once. A score of times, perchance, / We may be moved in fancy's fleeting fashion -- / May treasure up a word, a tone, a glance; / But only once we feel the soul's great passion.
We love but once. Love walks with death and birth / (The saddest, the unkindest of the three); / And only once while we sojourn on earth / Can that strange trio come to you or me.