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,
Whatever 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.

-Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton