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Sonnet XVI

Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,

With single rites the common debt to pay?

On some green headland fronting to the

Our fairest boy shall kneel at break of day.

Naked, uplifting in a laden

New milk and honey and sweet-tinctured wine,

Not without twigs of clustering

To wreath a garland for Our Lady's shrine.

The morning planet poised above the

Shall drop sweet influence through her drowsing lid;

Dew-drenched, his delicate

Shall scarce disturb the flowers he kneels amid,

That, waked so lightly, shall lift up their eyes,

Cushion his knees, and nod between his thighs.

Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.

The lyrical form of this poem is ababbcbcdedeff.

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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger (22 June 1888 – 4 July 1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in …

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