Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Love Song | | By Harriet Monroe |
| | | I LOVE my life, but not too well | |
| To give it to thee like a flower, | |
| So it may pleasure thee to dwell | |
| Deep in its perfume but an hour. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 5 |
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| I love my life, but not too well | |
| To sing it note by note away, | |
| So to thy soul the song may tell | |
| The beauty of the desolate day. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 10 |
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| I love my life, but not too well | |
| To cast it like a cloak on thine, | |
| Against the storms that sound and swell | |
| Between thy lonely heart and mine. | |
| I love my life, but not too well. | 15 | | | |
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