Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “I Sat among the Green Leaves” | | By Marjorie L. C. Pickthall |
| | | I SAT among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling, | |
| The blood-red butterflies were gold against the sun, | |
| But in between the silence and the sweet birds calling | |
| The nuts fell one by one. | |
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| Why should they fall and the year but half over? | 5 |
| Why should sorrow seek me and I so young and kind? | |
| The leaf is on the bough and the dew is on the clover, | |
| But the green nuts are falling in the wind. | |
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| Oh, I gave my lips away and all my soul behind them. | |
| Why should trouble follow and the quick tears start? | 10 |
| The little birds may love and fly with only God to mind them, | |
| But the green nuts are falling on my heart. | | | | |
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