POETRY.

LTNES--RY Mss SHERIDAN.
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 do not love thee !--nO I do not love thee! Andyet when Glhou art absentI ann sad;

 And envy even the blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may thee and he glad

 do not love thee !-yet, know not why, Whate'er thou doest seems wei! done, to me-

 And often in my solitude sigh That those do love are not more like flee!

 I do not love thee !-yet whca thou art gone, hate the sound ltlough t,osa who speak be tear) Which b'eaks the lingering echo the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.

 do not love tlee !-yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep bright, and most expressive blne-- Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes ever knew.

 knoc do not love thee !--yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;

 And oft catch them smiling as they pass Because they see me gazing where thou art.