Sonnet I By Alan Seeger

    Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance    Came to its precious and most perfect flower,    Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance    Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella’s bower,    I…

Paris By Alan Seeger

        I     First, London, for its myriads; for its height,    Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;    But Paris for the smoothness of the paths    That lead the heart unto the…

Oneata By Alan Seeger

    A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze    That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,    Cool shades, green acreage, and antique house    Fronting the ocean and the dawn; than…