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Sonnet VII

To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound
Whose stations Beauty’s bright examples are,
As of a silken city famed afar
Over the sands for wealth and holy ground,
Came the report of one a woman crowned
With all perfection, blemishless and high,
As the full moon amid the moonlit sky,
With the world’s praise and wonder clad around.
And I who held this notion of success:
To leave no form of Nature’s loveliness
Unworshipped, if glad eyes have access there,
Beyond all earthly bounds have made my goal
To find where that sweet shrine is and extol
The hand that triumphed in a work so fair.

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Poem Sonnet VII - Alan Seeger
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