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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Poet: Alan Seeger
Poem: Sonnet VII

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