Song

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Song

She Loves Thee, Loves Thee Not!

She loves thee, loves thee not!

That, that is all, my heart.

Why should she take a part

In every selfish blot,

In every greedy spot

That now doth ache and smart

Because she loves thee not⁠—

Not, not at all, poor heart!

Thou art no such dove-cot

Of virtues⁠—no such chart

Of highways, though the dart

Of love be through thee shot!

Why should she not love not

Thee, poor, pinched, selfish heart?