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.