Think not, not for a moment let your mind, <br />Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought <br />That the work's done and the long day behind, <br />And beauty, since 'tis paid for, can be bought. <br />If in the moonlight from the silent bough <br />Suddenly with precision speak your name <br />The nightingale, be not assured that now <br />His wing is limed and his wild virtue tame. <br />Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown <br />Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, <br />Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own <br />In an fashion; beauty billed and kissed <br />Is not your turtle; tread her like a dove <br />She loves you not; she never heard of love.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/think-not-not-for-a-moment-let-your-mind/
