He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the cathedral-tower, Fall the faint chimes and…
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The Old Lowe House, Staten Island By Alan Seeger
Another prospect pleased the builder’s eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first these gables rose against the sky. Relic of a…
The Nympholept By Alan Seeger
There was a boy – not above childish fears – With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, yet dauntless still, Who one bright dawn, when…
The Need to Love By Alan Seeger
The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens where I used to stray; Faded…
The Hosts By Alan Seeger
Purged, with the life they left, of all That makes life paltry and mean and small, In their new dedication charged With something heightened, enriched, enlarged, That lends…
The Deserted Garden By Alan Seeger
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on either hand And fed by many…
The Bayadere By Alan Seeger
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon’s rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light veils they burned and blushed amid, Skilled to…
The Aisne (1914-15) By Alan Seeger
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France’s early gain, Big with wrecked promise and abandoned hopes, Broke in a surf…
Tezcotzinco By Alan Seeger
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have sought a lovelier place to sing. The flowers…
Sonnet XVI By Alan Seeger
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay? On some green headland fronting to the East Our fairest boy…