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1911 Midst divine melodic voicings,

Midst delicious mute rejoicings,

Strong as when the worlds began,

Awakens Pan!

SAPPHO11

LET ME BELIEVE12

Let me believe you, love, or let me die!

If on your faith I may not rest secure,—

Beyond all chance of peradventure sure,

Trusting your half-avowals, sweet and shy,

As trusts the lark the pallid, dawn-lit sky,

Then would I rather in some grave obscure

Repose forlorn, than, living on, endure