Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the town’s tumultuous arteries He heard the heart-throbs of…
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Sonnet III By Alan Seeger
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived by you, and stir and start As by…
Sonnet III By Alan Seeger
There was a youth around whose early way White angels hung in converse and sweet choir, Teaching in summer clouds his thought to stray, – In cloud and…
Sonnet II By Alan Seeger
Not that I always struck the proper mean Of what mankind must give for what they gain, But, when I think of those whom dull routine And the…
Sonnet II By Alan Seeger
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high Fierce lustres mingled in a…
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…
Sonnet I By Alan Seeger
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the light grows less and less And the sky…
Resurgam By Alan Seeger
Exiled afar from youth and happy love, If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence I have no doubt but, like a homing dove, It would…
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…