I wonder why

I wonder why Love passed you by:
You are so tender and so sweet,
And in your face has been that grace
Brings splendid men to maidens’ feet.

You must have loved: what dark fate moved
To keep you sunder – what mischance?
Turned Love to go? Or lies he low
On some lost, hopeless field in France?

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