Sonnet VII By Alan Seeger

    To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound
    Whose stations Beauty’s bright examples are,
    As of a silken city famed afar
    Over the sands for wealth and holy ground,
    Came the report of one – a woman crowned
    With all perfection, blemishless and high,
    As the full moon amid the moonlit sky,
    With the world’s praise and wonder clad around.
    And I who held this notion of success:
    To leave no form of Nature’s loveliness
    Unworshipped, if glad eyes have access there, – 
    Beyond all earthly bounds have made my goal
    To find where that sweet shrine is and extol
    The hand that triumphed in a work so fair.