And the springin’ corn, and the bright May morn,
When first you were my bride.
THE HON. CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON
1808-1877
115. I Do Not Love Thee
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.