I admit the briar <br />Entangled in my hair <br />Did not injure me; <br />My blenching and trembling, <br />Nothing but dissembling, <br />Nothing but coquetry. <br /> <br />I long for truth, and yet <br />I cannot stay from that <br />My better self disowns, <br />For a man's attention <br />Brings such satisfaction <br />To the craving in my bones. <br /> <br />Brightness that I pull back <br />From the Zodiac, <br />Why those questioning eyes <br />That are fixed upon me? <br />What can they do but shun me <br />If empty night replies?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-first-confession/
