Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “When We Shall Be Dust” | | By Muna Lee |
| | | WHEN we shall be dust in the churchyard— | |
| In twenty years—in fifty years— | |
| Who will remember you kissed me once, | |
| Who will be grieved for our tears? | |
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| The locust tree will have grown taller, | 5 |
| The old walks will be covered with grass, | |
| And past our quiet graves go straying | |
| A youth with his arm round his lass. | |
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| And the bee that shall suck your grave flowers— | |
| Anemone, stock, columbine, | 10 |
| May pause in his swift homing journey | |
| To taste of the honey from mine. | | | | |
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