  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. 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, 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. |
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