Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find thePoemDoubt诗人的莎拉·蒂斯代尔

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?