Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.

In Deep Places

Amelia Josephine Burr

I LOVE thee, dear, and knowing mine own heart

With every beat I give God thanks for this;

I love thee only for the self thou art;

No wild embrace, no wisdom-shaking kiss,

No passionate pleading of a heart laid bare,

No urgent cry of love’s extremity—

Strong traps to take the spirit unaware—

Not one of these I ever had of thee.

Neither of passion nor of pity wrought

Is this, the love to which at last I yield,

But shapen in the stillness of my thought

And by a birth of agony revealed.

Here is a thing to live while we do live

Which honors thee to take and me to give.