Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | The Tired Woman | | By Anna Wickham |
| | | O MY Lover, blind me, | |
| Take your cords and bind me, | |
| Then drive me through a silent land, | |
| With the compelling of your open hand! | |
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| There is too much of sound, too much for sight, | 5 |
| In thunderous lightnings of this night, | |
| There is too much of freedom for my feet, | |
| Bruised by the stones of this disordered street. | |
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| I know that there is sweetest rest for me, | |
| In silent fields, and in captivity. | 10 |
| O Lover! drive me through a stilly land, | |
| With the compelling of your open hand. | | | | |
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