Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “So Beautiful You Are Indeed” | | By Irene Rutherford McLeod |
| | | SO beautiful you are, indeed, | |
| That I am troubled when you come, | |
| And though I crave you for my need, | |
| Your nearness strikes me blind and dumb. | |
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| And when you bring your lips to mine | 5 |
| My spirit trembles and escapes, | |
| And you and I are turned divine, | |
| Bereft of our familiar shapes. | |
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| And fearfully we tread cold space, | |
| Naked of flesh and winged with flame, | 10 |
| … Until we find us face to face, | |
| Each calling on the other’s name! | | | | |
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