Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | The Other | | By Ethna Carbery |
| | | I AM the Other—I who come | |
| To heal the wound she gave, | |
| The wound that struck your fond words dumb, | |
| And left your world a grave. | |
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| What though you loved her—I love you, | 5 |
| And so the most is said, | |
| Here is my yearning heart, still true | |
| To yours her frailty bled. | |
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| (But oh! the bitter grief that I | |
| Kept hushed, the wild despair, | 10 |
| When your dear eyes had passed me by | |
| To find her face so fair.) | |
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| Now she hath gone her cruel way, | |
| And I am come again, | |
| To seek among the husks to-day, | 15 |
| For one sweet golden grain. | |
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| Because in me Love’s strength is great, | |
| Too great for pride, or sin, | |
| I knock upon your heart’s barred gate, | |
| And pray you let me in. | 20 | | | |
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