I Do Not Love Thee
Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan
1808 to 1877
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And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.
I know I do not love thee!— yet, alas!
I do not love thee! no, I do not love thee!
And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,
I do not love thee! — yet thy speaking eyes,
Because they see me gazing where thou art.
I do not love thee! — yet, when thou art gone,
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,
With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue—
I do not love thee! — yet, I know not why,
And often in my solitude I sigh —
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.
Others will scarcely trust my candid heart,
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.
That those I do love are not more like thee!
Between me and the midnight heaven arise,
Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone
Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me —