So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, but now so lovable, Old age like desolating winter fell, Leaving them white and flowerless and forlorn: Then from his bed the Goddess of the Morn Softly withheld, yet cherished him no less With pious works of pitying tenderness; Till when at length…
The Wanderer By Alan Seeger
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires and architraves To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut,…
The Torture of Cuauhtemoc By Alan Seeger
Their strength had fed on this when Death’s white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the jungle’s ferny floor, Becking each fevered brain. On…
The Sultan’s Palace By Alan Seeger
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty’s face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As in their flesh inheres the impulse…
The Rendezvous By Alan Seeger
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…
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…