My soul lives in my body's house, <br /> And you have both the house and her -- <br />But sometimes she is less your own <br /> Than a wild, gay adventurer; <br />A restless and an eager wraith, <br /> How can I tell what she will do -- <br />Oh, I am sure of my body's faith, <br /> But what if my soul broke faith with you?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doubt/
