Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy. — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth. — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the impoverished heart, Beams like… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
“I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
There was a stately drama writ By the hand that peopled the earth and air, And set the stars in the infinite, And made… — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted. — Alan Seeger Copy Share Image
