She loves me and she loves me not,
According to her whim;
For when another's on the spot
Her love is all for him.
But I've been told a double cure:
I'll simply let her be
And care no more, until I'm sure
Her love is all for me.
And then I'll care enough to say,
"Go and love him and him!
For I but loved you yesterday--
According to your whim."
But first I'll give her one more chance
To prove her constancy,
For, O, I know it by her glance,
Her love is all for me!
