Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Comrades | | By Fannie Stearns Davis |
| | | YOU need not say one word to me, as up the hill we go | |
| (Night-time, white-time, all in the whispering snow); | |
| You need not say one word to me, although the whispering trees | |
| Seem strange and old as pagan priests in swaying mysteries. | |
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| You need not think one thought of me, as up the trail we go | 5 |
| (Hill-trail, still-trail, all in the hiding snow); | |
| You need not think one thought of me, although a hare runs by, | |
| And off behind the tumbled cairn we hear a red fox cry. | |
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| Oh, good and rare it is to feel, as through the night we go | |
| (Wild-wise, child-wise, all in the secret snow), | 10 |
| That we are free of heart and foot as hare and fox are free, | |
| And yet that I am glad of you, and you are glad of me! | | | | |
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