Alan Seeger (1886 - 1916)

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(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916).	1 Comment
A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er.
A shell surprised our post one day
A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued,
A tide of beauty with returning May
Above the ruin of God's holy place,
All that's not love is the dearth of my days,	1 Comment
Amid the florid multitude her face
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,
Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed),
As one of some fat tillage dispossessed,
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide
Be my companion under cool arcades
Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,	1 Comment
Down the strait vistas where a city street
Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs,
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways,
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
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I care not that one listen if he lives
I fancied, while you stood conversing there,
I have a rendezvous with Death	15 Comments
I have a rendezvous with Death
I have sought Happiness, but it has been
I know a village in a far-off land
I loved illustrious cities and the crowds
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame,	2 Comments
I who, conceived beneath another star,
If I was drawn here from a distant place,
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
IT may be for the world of weeds and tares
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down
Like as a dryad, from her native bole
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
Not that I always struck the proper mean
O happiness, I know not what far seas,
Oft as by chance, a little while apart
Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Oh, love of woman, you are known to be
Oh, you are more desirable to me
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind,
Purged, with the life they left, of all
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host,
Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent
Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance
So when the verdure of his life was shed,
Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest,
The lad I was I longer now
The need to love that all the stars obey
The rooks aclamor when one enters here	1 Comment
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms
There have been times when I could storm and plead,
There is a power whose inspiration fills
There was a boy -- not above childish fears --
There was a youth around whose early way
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold,
Thy petals yet are closely curled,
To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound	1 Comment
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er
Up at his attic sill the South wind came
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes
When among creatures fair of countenance
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
Why should you be astonished that my heart,
You have the grit and the guts, I know;