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Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women.  1917.
By Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
I READ the pain and pathos of your eyes,
  The aftermath of anguish in your smile,
  And yet I can but envy you the while!
Your heart has bled, an ardent sacrifice
To Love’s fulfillment. You have paid the price        5
  Of keen, fierce living; nor can aught defile
  The joys that once have been—they still beguile
The tear-swept memory that Time defies.
My soul’s adventure, pallid, incomplete,
  Has lingered in the twilight, for my heart        10
    Has dwelt aloof in some dim atmosphere
Betwixt the Earth and Heaven. My alien feet
  Have known nor Pain nor its great counterpart.
    I, who have never loved, may shed no tear.

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