Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
Ethna Carbery
I
To heal the wound she gave,
The wound that struck your fond words dumb,
And left your world a grave.
And so the most is said,
Here is my yearning heart, still true
To yours her frailty bled.
Kept hushed, the wild despair,
When your dear eyes had passed me by
To find her face so fair.)
And I am come again,
To seek among the husks to-day,
For one sweet golden grain.
Too great for pride, or sin,
I knock upon your heart’s barred gate,
And pray you let me in.