Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
Anna Wickham
O
Take your cords and bind me,
Then drive me through a silent land,
With the compelling of your open hand!
In thunderous lightnings of this night,
There is too much of freedom for my feet,
Bruised by the stones of this disordered street.
In silent fields, and in captivity.
O Lover! drive me through a stilly land,
With the compelling of your open hand.