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1884–1933

Doubt

Sara Teasdale

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?

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