Because

By Sara Teasdale

Oh, because you never tried

To bow my will or break my pride,

And nothing of the cave-man made

You want to keep me half afraid,

Nor ever with a conquering air

You thought to draw me unaware —

Take me, for I love you more

Than I ever loved before.

And since the body's maidenhood

Alone were neither rare nor good

Unless with it I gave to you

A spirit still untrammeled, too,

Take my dreams and take my mind

That were masterless as wind;

And "Master!" I shall say to you

Since you never asked me to.