Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Unfulfilled | | By Corinne Roosevelt Robinson |
| | | I READ the pain and pathos of your eyes, | |
| The aftermath of anguish in your smile, | |
| And yet I can but envy you the while! | |
| Your heart has bled, an ardent sacrifice | |
| To Love’s fulfillment. You have paid the price | 5 |
| Of keen, fierce living; nor can aught defile | |
| The joys that once have been—they still beguile | |
| The tear-swept memory that Time defies. | |
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| My soul’s adventure, pallid, incomplete, | |
| Has lingered in the twilight, for my heart | 10 |
| Has dwelt aloof in some dim atmosphere | |
| Betwixt the Earth and Heaven. My alien feet | |
| Have known nor Pain nor its great counterpart. | |
| I, who have never loved, may shed no tear. | | | | |
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