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[All mortal joys I could forsake]

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(Written in 1809)

All mortal joys I could forsake,
Bid home and friends adieu,
Of life itself a parting take,
But never of you, my love,
Never of you!
For sure of all that know thy worth
This bosom beats most true;
And where could I behold on earth
Another form like you, my love,
Another like you?