THINK NOT I AM FAITHFUL
by: Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
- H, think
not I am faithful to a vow!
- Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
- Were you not lovely I would leave you now:
- After the feet of beauty fly my own.
- Were you not still my hunger's rarest food,
- And water ever to my wildest thirst,
- I would desert you -- think not but I would! --
- And seek another as I sought you first.
- But you are mobile as the veering air,
- And all your charms more changeful than the tide,
- Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
- I have but to continue at your side.
- So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
- I am most faithless when I most am true.
"Think Not I Am Faithful"
is reprinted from A Few Figs from Thistles: Poems and Sonnets.
New York: Harper, 1922. |
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