Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | A Reminiscence | | By Amy Levy |
| | | IT is so long gone by, and yet | |
| How clearly now I see it all! | |
| The glimmer of your cigarette, | |
| The little chamber, narrow and tall. | |
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| Perseus; your picture in its frame; | 5 |
| (How near they seem and yet how far!) | |
| The blaze of kindled logs; the flame | |
| Of tulips in a mighty jar. | |
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| Florence and spring-time: surely each | |
| Glad things unto the spirit saith. | 10 |
| Why did you lead me in your speech | |
| To these dark mysteries of death? | | | | |
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