Author: Alan Seeger

Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate […]

Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded […]

Oh, you are more desirable to me Than all I staked in an impulsive hour, Making my youth the sport […]

Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river […]

Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon’s rays And, […]

To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires […]

Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the […]

The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens […]

I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on […]

If I was drawn here from a distant place, ‘Twas not to pray nor hear our friend’s address, But, gazing […]