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Saint Theresa Sappho. Atlantic Monthly v. 65 no. 388 p. 192 (February 1890); 1898 p. 7; 1916 v. 2 p. 12. Punctuation, indentation, and stanza break differences between versions. As a wan weaver in an attic dim, Hopeless yet patient, so he may be fed With scanty store of sorrow-seasoned bread, Heareth a blithe bird carol over him; And sees no longer walls and rafters grim, But rural lanes where little feet are led, Through springing flowers, fields with clover spread, Clouds, swan-like, that o'er depths of azure swim;— So when upon our earth-dulled ear new breaks Some fragment, Sappho, of thy skyey song, A noble wonder in our souls awakes; The deathless Beautiful draws strangely nigh, And we look up, and marvel how so long We were content to toil for sordid joys that die. Line 14:— —— drudge for sordid joys that die.—[Atlantic Monthly.] —— toil for sordid things that die.—[The Reader v. 3 no. 2 p. 198. (January 1904).] A Secret Secure A Seeker in the Night Self-confident Youth "The Sense of Tears in Mortal Things" Serbia Shakespeare She will not hear Siberia The Singer (He came to us with dreams to sell—) (same as A Traveller from Altruria, 1909) Sleep The Smile of Reims "So War has Begun" So you love me A Soldier Socrates Song. ("For me the jasmine buds unfold") Harper's Weekly v. 35 no. 1783 (21 February 1891); 1898 p. 11; 1916 v. 1 p. 237. For me the jasmine buds unfold   And silver daisies star the lea, The crocus hoards the sunset gold,   And the wild rose breathes for me. I feel the sap through the bough returning,   I share the skylark's transport fine, I know the fountain's wayward yearning,   I love, and the world is mine! I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,   Still well remembered, grieve not me; From all that darkened and deceived   Upsoars my spirit free. For soft the hours repeat one story,   Sings the sea one strain divine; My clouds arise all flushed with glory,—   I love, and the world is mine! Song: "Friendship from its Moorings Strays" Song: "Her Cheek is Like a Tinted Rose" Song: "If Love Were But a Little Thing" Song: "If Love Were Not, the Wilding Rose" Song: "Love never is too late" (see Love never is Too Late) Song: "My Love is Fairer than the Tasselled Corn" Song: "The New-Born Leaves Unfolding Fast" Song: "Sweet is the Birth of Love" Song of Life The song that is forgot Stanza: "The Voices of All Waters" The Summer-Time is in the Rose The Sun-Dial Suppliant Survival