Alan Seeger

In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet wine of France that concentrates The sunshine and the beauty of the world,
Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread Th...

You have the grit and the guts,
I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;

Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind,
I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings unfurled Leave the familiar gardens and visited fields behind To follow a cloud in the east rose-flushed on the rim of the world

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
Untroubled, untouched with the woes of this world are the moon-marshalled hosts...

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 city's voice w...

I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights
I loved remote horizons with far clouds Girdled, and fringed about with snowy heights
I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways Of wearing among ...

O happiness,
I know not what far seas,
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
That thus in Music's wistful harmonies And concert of sweet sound A rumor steals, from some uncertain shore,