| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1331. A Song’s Worth |
| | | By Susan Marr Spalding |
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| I MADE a song for my dear love’s delight; | |
| I wrought with all sweet words my heart could lend | |
| To longing lips, and thrilled with joy to send | |
| The message only love could read aright. | |
| He came; and while I trembled in his sight, | 5 |
| He kissed my hands and said, “To what sweet end, | |
| Unknowing, hast thou wrought, O gentle friend? | |
| Singing thy song, I learned to woo, despite | |
| My loved one’s frown; and now she is my own.” | |
| Blessing me then, he went his happy way. | 10 |
| The whole world sings my song, and I alone | |
| Am silent; yet through tears I sometimes say, | |
| “To which of us doth greater joy belong? | |
| He hath his love; but I—I have my song.” | |
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