by
Alan Seeger
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Contents:
Introduction by William Archer
An Ode to Natural Beauty
- There is a power whose inspiration fills
- Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
The Deserted Garden
- I know a village in a far-off land
- Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain
The Torture of Cuauhtemoc
- Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms
- Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew,
The Nympholept
- There was a boy -- - not above childish fears -- -
- With steps that faltered now and straining ears,
The Wanderer
- To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so
- Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves,
The Need to Love
- The need to love that all the stars obey
- Entered my heart and banished all beside.
El Extraviado
- Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind,
- I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings unfurled
La Nue
- Oft when sweet music undulated round,
- Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea
All That's Not Love . . .
- All that's not love is the dearth of my days,
- The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit,
Paris
- First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
- Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
The Sultan's Palace
- My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
- As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
Fragments
- In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned
- Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
Thirty Sonnets: Sonnet I
- Down the strait vistas where a city street
- Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances,
Sonnet II
- Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways,
- Between the rivers and the illumined sky
Sonnet III
- There was a youth around whose early way
- White angels hung in converse and sweet choir,
Sonnet IV
- Up at his attic sill the South wind came
- And days of sun and storm but never peace.
Sonnet V
- A tide of beauty with returning May
- Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume
Sonnet VI
- Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs,
- The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram,
Sonnet VII
- To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound
- Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are,
Sonnet VIII
- Oft as by chance, a little while apart
- The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn,
Sonnet IX
- Amid the florid multitude her face
- Was like the full moon seen behind the lace
Sonnet X
- A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued,
- With palms extent for amorous charity
Sonnet XI
- When among creatures fair of countenance
- Love comes enformed in such proud character,
Sonnet XII
- Like as a dryad, from her native bole
- Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge,
Sonnet XIII
- I fancied, while you stood conversing there,
- Superb, in every attitude a queen,
Sonnet XIV
- It may be for the world of weeds and tares
- And dearth in Nature of sweet Beauty's rose
Sonnet XV
- Above the ruin of God's holy place,
- Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood,
Sonnet XVI
- Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
- With single rites the common debt to pay?
Kyrenaikos
- Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down
- In grove and garden to the sapphire sea;
Antinous
- Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest,
- Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees,
Vivien
- Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
- Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled
I Loved . . .
- I loved illustrious cities and the crowds
- That eddy through their incandescent nights.
Virginibus Puerisque . . .
- I care not that one listen if he lives
- For aught but life's romance, nor puts above
With a Copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets on Leaving College
- As one of some fat tillage dispossessed,
- Weighing the yield of these four faded years,
Written in a Volume of the
Comtesse de Noailles
- Be my companion under cool arcades
- That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square
Coucy
- The rooks aclamor when one enters here
- Startle the empty towers far overhead;
Tezcotzinco
- Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold,
- Thou wert sometime the garden of a king.
The Old Lowe House, Staten Island
- Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,
- And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes)
Oneata
- A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze
- That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,
On the Cliffs, Newport
- Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er
- Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom
To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War
- A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er.
- The world takes sides: whether for impious aims
At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America -- November, 1912
- I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame,
- Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast,
The Rendezvous
- He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour.
- Distant, across the thundering organ-swell,
Do You Remember Once . . .
- Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
- The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays
The Bayadere
- Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
- More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid
Eudaemon
- O happiness, I know not what far seas,
- Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
Broceliande
- Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
- Thou art set on the shores of the sea down the haze of horizons untravelled, unscanned.
Lyonesse
- In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:
- Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,
Tithonus
- So when the verdure of his life was shed,
- With all the grace of ripened manlihead,
An Ode to Antares
- At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide
- Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills
Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI
- Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea
- So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee
Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99
- Ruggiero, to amaze the British host,
- And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks,
On a Theme in the Greek Anthology
- Thy petals yet are closely curled,
- Rose of the world,
After an Epigram of Clement Marot
- The lad I was I longer now
- Nor am nor shall be evermore.
The Aisne (1914-15)
- We first saw fire on the tragic slopes
- Where the flood-tide of France's early gain,
Champagne (1914-15)
- In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
- When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled
The Hosts
- Purged, with the life they left, of all
- That makes life paltry and mean and small,
Maktoob
- A shell surprised our post one day
- And killed a comrade at my side.
I Have a Rendezvous with Death . . .
- I have a rendezvous with Death
- At some disputed barricade,
Sonnets: - Sonnet I -
- Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance
- Came to its precious and most perfect flower,
- Sonnet II -
- Not that I always struck the proper mean
- Of what mankind must give for what they gain,
- Sonnet III -
- Why should you be astonished that my heart,
- Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,
- Sonnet IV -
- If I was drawn here from a distant place,
- 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address,
- Sonnet V -
- Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent
- This day's suggestive beauty as we ought,
- Sonnet VI -
- Oh, you are more desirable to me
- Than all I staked in an impulsive hour,
- Sonnet VII -
- There have been times when I could storm and plead,
- But you shall never hear me supplicate.
- Sonnet VIII -
- Oh, love of woman, you are known to be
- A passion sent to plague the hearts of men;
- Sonnet IX -
- Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part;
- Having long taught my flesh to master fear,
- Sonnet X -
- I have sought Happiness, but it has been
- A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit,
- Sonnet XI -
- Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed),
- Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue
- Sonnet XII -
- Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
- Depths of the azure eastern sky between,
Bellinglise
- Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds
- The head of a green valley that I know,
Liebestod
- I who, conceived beneath another star,
- Had been a prince and played with life, instead
Resurgam
- Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
- If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence
A Message to America
- You have the grit and the guts, I know;
- You are ready to answer blow for blow
Introduction and Conclusion of a Long Poem
- I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death
- And stood beside the cavern through whose doors
Ode in Memory of the American
Volunteers Fallen for France
- Ay, it is fitting on this holiday,
- Commemorative of our soldier dead,