Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, 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