There is a thread from you to me?
I know, I feel it drawing still,
A cobweb on my careless thought—
Old habit-likeness—what you will.
Because it once was strong as Fate
To bind a life to your desire,—
Because its knots about my heart
Could burn me like a witch’s wire,
You will not think it loosed. And I
(Ah, woman soul that prayed “Destroy!”)
Free from the fretting of my pain,
Have killed the fitful strength of joy.