Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 72

Fatal Interview
No lack of counsel from the shrewd and wise How love may be acquired and how conserved Warrants this laying bare before your eyes My needle to your north abruptly swerved; If I would hold you, I must hide my fears Lest you be wanton, lead you to believe My compass to another quarter veers, Little surrender, lavishly receive. But being like my mother the brown earth Fervent and full of gifts and free from guile, Liefer would I you loved me for my worth, Though you should love me but a little while, Than for a philtre any doll can brew, — Though thus I bound you as I long to do.