Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Vos Non Vobis | | By Edith M. Thomas |
| | | THERE was a garden planned in Spring’s young days, | |
| Then Summer held it in her bounteous hand, | |
| And many wandered through its blooming ways, | |
| But ne’er the one for whom the work was planned. | |
| And it was vainly done— | 5 |
| For what are many, if we lack the one? | |
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| There was a song that lived within the heart | |
| Long time—and then on Music’s wing it strayed! | |
| All sing it now, all praise its artless art, | |
| But ne’er the one for whom the song was made. | 10 |
| And it was vainly done— | |
| For what are many, if we lack the one! | | | | |
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