|Sara Teasdale, comp. (18841933).|
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
|By Elizabeth Barrett Browning|
ITHERE is no one beside thee, and no one above thee;
| Thou standest alone, as the nightingale sings!|
| And my words that would praise thee are impotent things,|
|For none can express thee, though all should approve thee.|
| I love thee so, dear, that I only can love thee.|| 5|
IISay, what can I do for thee? Weary thee, grieve thee?
| Lean on thy shoulder, new burdens to add?|
| Weep my tears over thee, making thee sad?|
|Oh, hold me not, love me not! let me retrieve thee.|
| I love thee so, dear, that I only can leave thee.|| 10|