Thursday, May 16, 2013


I do not love thee! - no! I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
    And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.
I do Dot love thee! - yet, I know not why,
Whate'er thou dost seems still well done; to me:
    And often in my solitude I sigh
That those I do love are not more like thee!
    I do not love thee! - yet, when thou are gone,
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
    Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.
    I do not love thee! - yet thy speaking eyes,
With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,
    Between me and the midnight h,eaven arise,
Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.
   I know I do not love thee! yet, alas!
Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;
   .And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,
Because they see me gazing where thou art.
                                            -Caroline Norton

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