因为他们看到我正凝视着你。
I do not love thee！—no！I do not love thee！
A when thou art absent I a sad；
And envy even the bright be sky above thee，
Whose quiet stars ay see thee and be gd.
I do not love thee！—yet， I know not why，
Whateer thou dost sees still well doo ：
And ofteny solitude I sigh
That those I do love are not ore like thee！
I do not love thee！—yet， when thone，
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
Which breaks the lgerg echo of the tone
Thy voice of ic leaves upon y ear.
I do not love thee！—yet thy speakg eyes，
With their deep， bright， and ost expressive be，
Beeenand the idnight heaven arise，
Oftehan any eyes I ever knew.
I know I do not love thee！yet， as！
Others will scarcely trt y did heart；
And oft I catch the silg as they pass，
Becae they seegazg where thou art.