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Each week I will feature one poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poem and the poet. I will also include links to two other suggested poems which you can read if you wish.
Please
this article and watch ~PoetryToTheMasses or join #Poetry-To-The-Masses to show your support.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.
This poem was published in a collection with the same title in 1829.
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton was born 22 March 1808 and was a British feminist, social reformer, and author. She died 15 June 1877.
One DayOne day, I'll know
What it is like to love again
One day, I'll breath
As though I was never breathless
One day, I'll sing
Like I have the most powerful voice
And one day I'll fly
And remember I was born with wings.
- ~jojok49
Suggested by `petrova
One day, I'll know
What it is like to love again
One day, I'll breath
As though I was never breathless
One day, I'll sing
Like I have the most powerful voice
And one day I'll fly
And remember I was born with wings.
If you like this poem, please 
the original!
the original!Artist's comments:
"Um...."
This poem was submitted February 28, 2010.
~jojok49 is from the United States and has been on deviantART since October 4, 2006.
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