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Relinquishment

Go her way, her quiet, quiet way,
Her way is best for one so wistful-tired.
My three-months' lover, go with your
   world-sick heart,
Your love-bruised flesh. I am no sanctuary.

This hot mouth, these ardent, out-reaching arms,
This hollow between my breasts, these
   hungry limbs,
They are a cradle, a cradle of living flame;
No haven for you, saddening after peace.

I am not certain, no, nor soothing-safe.
Mine is the shifting, perilous way of life.
Pitiless, ever-changing, hazardous,
My love insatiate and mutable.

Go her way, her quiet, well-path'd way,
Sit by her hearth-fire; let her keep you safe.
Mine the unharbored heart, the uncharted
   passions;
Mine, at the end a more than common peace.

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