Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | “Yet for One Rounded Moment” | | By Edith Wharton |
| | | YET for one rounded moment I will be | |
| No more to you than what my lips may give, | |
| And in the circle of your kisses live | |
| As in some island of a storm-blown sea, | |
| Where the cold surges of infinity | 5 |
| Upon the outward reefs unheeded grieve, | |
| And the loud murmur of our blood shall weave | |
| Primeval silences round you and me. | |
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| If in that moment we are all we are, | |
| We live enough. Let this for all requite. | 10 |
| Do I not know, some wingèd things from far | |
| Are borne along illimitable night | |
| To dance their lives out in a single flight | |
| Between the moonrise and the setting star? | | | | |
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