Doubt by Sara Teasdale

Doubt

My soul lives in my body’s house,
And you have both the house and her,
But sometimes she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do,
Oh, I am sure of my body’s faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?

Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
Doubt

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