Poems (Nora May French)/Indifference

by Nora May French

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INDIFFERENCE

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.