I am strong, I will break your heart Unless you set me free. - Sara Teasdale

Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
BUt how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?

And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds,–
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.

My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.

How should they know that Sappho lived and died Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover, Never transfused and lost in what she loved, Never so wholly loving nor at peace.