Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

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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 not 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 art 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 heaven 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. 

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
3. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
4. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
5. Sonnet 3. And bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake

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