Why She Lied

She told me that she loved me not, I know not why she lied. (For, granted that she loved me not, Why then should she have cried?)

Perhaps she knew a fairer one, Who could not say me nay, (She herself was plain, and so She cried and went away.)

I had not heard of her till now … They tell me she has died. I was glad she told me that lie, but now, I wish she hadn’t cried. .