Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “To-day I Went among the Mountain Folk” | | By Olive Tilford Dargan |
| | | TO-DAY I went among the mountain folk | |
| To hear the gentle talk most dear to me. | |
| I saw slow tears, and tenderness that woke | |
| From sternest bed to light a lamp for thee. | |
| And “Is it true?” hope asked and asked again, | 5 |
| And “It is true,” was all that I could say, | |
| And pride rose over love to hide gray pain | |
| As eyes tears might ungrace were turned away. | |
| So much they loved thee I was half decoyed | |
| By human warmth to feel thee near, but when | 10 |
| I put my hand out all the earth was void, | |
| And vanished even these near-weeping men. | |
| Thus each new time I find that thou art gone, | |
| Anew do I survive the world, alone. | | | | |
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