Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “When on the Marge of Evening” | | By Louise Imogen Guiney |
| | | WHEN on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken, | |
| And winds of dreamy odor are loosened from afar, | |
| Or when my lattice opens, before the lark hath spoken, | |
| On dim laburnum-blossoms, and morning’s dying star, | |
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| I think of thee (oh mine the more if other eyes be sleeping!) | 5 |
| Whose greater noonday splendors the many share and see, | |
| While sacred and forever, some perfect law is keeping | |
| The late, the early twilight, alone and sweet for me. | | | | |
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