This is the poem that started it all. Here were words written to an unknown air. 
Teasdale's poetry is very lyrical, almost demanding to be sung. I decided I could 
provide the air for her words, just as she had once provided the words to a now 
unknown air.

WORDS FOR AN OLD AIR
Words by Sara Teasdale, music by James E. Nelson

Your heart is bound tightly,
let beauty beware,
It is not hers to set
Free from the snare.

Tell her a bleeding hand
Bound it and tied it,
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it;

One who withheld so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.