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Sara Teasdale

heart is bound tightly, let Beauty beware; It is not hers to set Free from the snare.

Tell her a bleeding hand Bound it and tied it; Tell her the knot will stand Though she deride it.

One who withheld so long All that you yearned to take, Has made a snare too strong For Beauty's self to break. 97