Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
Emily Dickinson
O
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;
And mists are carved away,—
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!