Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France Alan Seeger I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When — with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray —...
With a Copy of Shakespeares Sonnets on Leaving College Alan Seeger As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, Weighing the yield of these four faded years, If any ask what fruit seems loveliest, What lasting gold among the garnered ears, — Ah, then I’ll say...
All Thats Not Love Alan Seeger All that’s not love is the dearth of my days, The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit, The temple in times without prayer, without praise, The altar unset and the candle unlit. Let me survive not the lovable...
Sonnet II Alan Seeger Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high Fierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze. They mark it inland; blithe and fair of face Her suitors...
Tezcotzinco Alan Seeger Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have sought a lovelier place to sing. The flowers are few. It was not so of old. It was not thus when hand...
Do You Remember Once Alan Seeger Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon’s rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places, Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais? The...
Kyrenaikos Alan Seeger Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the drinker’s crown; Let music reach and fair heads circle me, Watching blue ocean where the white sails steer Fruit-laden forth or with...
I Have A Rendezvous With Death Alan Seeger I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air– I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It...
Sonnet IX Alan Seeger Amid the florid multitude her face Was like the full moon seen behind the lace Of orchard boughs where clouded blossoms part When Spring shines in the world and in the heart. As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floor Of...
An Ode to Antares Alan Seeger At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, I watched the red star rising in the East,...
