Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
Nora May French
I
My stilling hands upon my breast can feel
Its answer tremble like a muted string.
Below the vaulted window where I kneel
A white and haunted place my garden seems.—
I see the pleading beauty of his eyes
As faces glimmer in a pool of dreams.
(Oh, muting fingers on each quivering string!)
I must not yield … I think my heart will break.
Mother of Heaven, if he would not sing!