Were I a cloud I'd gatherMy skirts up in the air,And fly I well know whither,And rest I well know where.
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But you are mobile as the veering air,And all your charms more changeful than the tide,Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:I have but to continue at your side.So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,I am most faithless when I most am true.
edna st. vincent millay