Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | The Cynic | | By Theodosia Garrison |
| | | I SAY it to comfort me over and over, | |
| Having a querulous heart to beguile, | |
| Never had woman a tenderer lover— | |
| For a little while. | |
| |
| Oh, there never were eyes more eager to read her | 5 |
| In her saddest mood or her moments gay, | |
| Oh, there never were hands more strong to lead her— | |
| For a little way. | |
| |
| There never were loftier promises given | |
| Of love that should guard her the ages through, | 10 |
| As great, enduring and steadfast as Heaven— | |
| For a week or two. | |
| |
| Well, end as it does, I have had it, known it, | |
| For this shall I turn me to weep or pray? | |
| Nay, rather I laugh that I thought to own it | 15 |
| For more than a day. | | | | |
|
|
