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

The Name

Williamina Parrish

I ’VE learned to say it carelessly,

So no one else can see

By any little look or sign

How dear it is to me.

But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissed

My tingling finger-tips

Each time the golden syllables

Fall lightly from my lips!