Poems (Millay)/Sonnet—Oh, Think Not I am Faithful

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IIIOh, 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.
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