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?