(Here is the opening of Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnet.)
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Oh, Think
Not I Am Faithful to a Vow!
(excerpt)
Oh, 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. . .