A tide of beauty with returning May Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay. Over the terrace flows the thronged cafe; The boulevards are streams of hurrying sound; And through the streets, like veins when they abound, The lust for pleasure throbs itself away. Here let me live, here…
Sonnet IX By Alan Seeger
Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part; Having long taught my flesh to master fear, I should have learned by now to rule my…
Sonnet IX By Alan Seeger
Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms part When Spring shines in the world…
Sonnet IV – To . . . in church By Alan Seeger
If I was drawn here from a distant place, ‘Twas not to pray nor hear our friend’s address, But, gazing once more on your winsome face, To worship…
Sonnet IV By Alan Seeger
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…
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…