All for Love of One

I must go walk the wood so wild

And wander here and there

In dread and deadly fear,

For where I trusted I am beguiled,

And all for love of one.

Thus am I banished from my bliss

By craft and false pretence,

Faultless, without offence,

As of return no certain is,

And all for love of one

The running streams shall be my drink,

Acorns shall be my food.

Nothing may do me good

But when of your beauty I do think,

And all for love of one.