Blanche Wagstaff says:

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“If I think of you,
I quiver from head to foot.

If I think of you
tears flood my eyes.

If I pass you my heart quickens
to suffocation
and the blood seems to leave my body.

If I look into your eyes
a sudden fire burns in my veins.

If I touch you
I am as one possessed with madness;
my arms tremble and
my limbs totter beneath me.

To love you is to suffer
the pangs of an intolerable agony.”

Elinor Wylie says:

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“I love bright words,
words up and singing early;

Words that are luminous
in the dark, and sing;

Warm lazy words,
white cattle under trees;

I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths,
and honied words like bees,

Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.”  

Zella Muriel Wright says:

baisersI wait for you in the dusk.
How strange you
seem tonight!
Your eyes glisten
with a burnished light,
Like the eyes of a serpent,
Like the eyes of a god.

Wherever your eyes
are turned upon me
My flesh burns
As though two hot coals
were laid upon it;

But I do not move.
Why do you never take
your eyes from me?
baiserWhy do you
tremble and
grow so pale,
You who were so
radiant and rigid
A moment ago?

You touch me and
drop weakly
in a heap;
There is no power
in your muscles.
But it is
only the
weakness
before madness;

baisersA madness
that gives you
a ten-fold
strength.
For a second
I shrink with fear,
Lest in your ferocity,
you devour me.

baiserThen I laugh—
-my whole body laughs;
But I move not.
On my lips there
is a faint smile,
Shall I tell you
why I smile?