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