"Doubt"   and "A Prayer"

by Sarah Teasdale

My soul lives in my body's house,
  And you have both the house and her --
But sometimes she is less your own
  Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
  How can I tell what she will do --
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
  But what if my soul broke faith with you?

A Prayer

Until I lose my soul and lie
  Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
  Dumb in a storm of mirth;
Until my heart is quenched at length
  And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
  Careless if I am loved again.