Poetic Interlude XCVII

Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow!

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

From A Few Figs From Thistles by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!

Faithless am I am 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.

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