Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “I Must Not Yield” | | By Nora May French |
| | | I MUST not yield … but if he would not sing! | |
| My stilling hands upon my breast can feel | |
| Its answer tremble like a muted string. | |
| Below the vaulted window where I kneel | |
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| He sings, he sings, to stars and listening skies. | 5 |
| A white and haunted place my garden seems.— | |
| I see the pleading beauty of his eyes | |
| As faces glimmer in a pool of dreams. | |
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| So wooing wind might sweep a harp awake. | |
| (Oh, muting fingers on each quivering string!) | 10 |
| I must not yield … I think my heart will break. | |
| Mother of Heaven, if he would not sing! | | | | |
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