Louis Untermeyer

Infidelity

YOU have not conquered me—it is the surge
 Of love itself that beats against my will;
It is the sting of conflict, the old urge
 That calls me still.
 
It is not you I love—it is the form
 And shadow of all lovers that have died
That gives you all the freshness of a warm
 And unfamiliar bride.
 
It is your name I breathe, your hands I seek;
 It will be you when you are gone.
And yet the dream, the name I never speak,
 Is that that lures me on.
 
It is the golden summons, the bright wave
 Of banners calling me anew;
It is all beauty, perilous and grave—
 It is not you.
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