I Loved You Once, Nor Can This Heart Be Quiet;
For It Would Seem That Love Still Lingers There;
But Do Not You Be Further Troubled By It;
I Would In No Wise Hurt You, Oh, My Dear.
I Loved You Without Hope, A Mute Offender;
What Jealous Pangs, What Shy Despairs I Knew!
A Love As Deep As This, As True, As Tender,
God Grant Another May Yet Offer You