He Loves me, He Loves me not.

All summer she scattered the daisy leaves;
They only mocked her as they fell. She said:
"The daisy but deceives;
'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,'
One story no two daisies tell.
" Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves under the daisy's mocking spell."
Helen Hunt Jackson - Source: The Sign of the Daisy
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