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INDIFFERENCE
THERE is a thread from you to me?
I know, I feel it drawing still,
A cobweb on my careless thought—
Old habit-likeness—what you will.
I know, I feel it drawing still,
A cobweb on my careless thought—
Old habit-likeness—what you will.
Because it once was strong as Fate
To bind a life to your desire,—
Because its knots about my heart
Could burn me like a witch's wire,
To bind a life to your desire,—
Because its knots about my heart
Could burn me like a witch's wire,
You will not think it loosed. And I
(Ah, woman soul that prayed "Destroy!")
Free from the fretting of my pain,
Have killed the fitful strength of joy.
(Ah, woman soul that prayed "Destroy!")
Free from the fretting of my pain,
Have killed the fitful strength of joy.
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