I Loved . . . By Alan Seeger

   I loved illustrious cities and the crowds
    That eddy through their incandescent nights.
    I loved remote horizons with far clouds
    Girdled, and fringed about with snowy heights.
    I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways
    Of wearing among hands that covet and plead
    The rose ablossom at the rainbow’s base
    That bounds the world’s desire and all its need.
    Nature I worshipped, whose fecundity
    Embraces every vision the most fair,
    Of perfect benediction. From a boy
    I gloated on existence. Earth to me
    Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there
    One trembling opportunity for joy.