Sara Teasdale, comp. (18841933). The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | The Name | | By Williamina Parrish |
| | | I VE learned to say it carelessly, | |
| So no one else can see | |
| By any little look or sign | |
| How dear it is to me. | |
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| But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissed | 5 |
| My tingling finger-tips | |
| Each time the golden syllables | |
| Fall lightly from my lips! | | | | |
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