Here you will find the Poem An Answer of poet Ada Cambridge
Thy love I am. Thy wife I cannot be, To wear the yoke of servitude ? to take Strange, unknown fetters that I cannot break On soul and flesh that should be mine, and free. Better the woman's old disgrace for me Than this old sin ? this deep and dire mistake; Better for truth and honour and thy sake ? For the pure faith I give and take from thee. I know thy love, and love thee all I can ? I fain would love thee only till I die; But I may some day love a better man, And thou may'st find a fitter mate than I; Some want, some chill, may steal 'twixt heart and heart. And then we must be free to kiss and part.
