Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер)

Thirty Sonnets. 6. Sonnet 6. Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs

Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs,
The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram,
A garret and a glimpse across the roofs
Of clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame,
The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatherings
Where I drank deep the bliss of being young,
The strife and sweet potential flux of things
I sought Youth's dream of happiness among!
It walks here aureoled with the city-light,
Forever through the myriad-featured mass
Flaunting not far its fugitive embrace, --
Heard sometimes in a song across the night,
Caught in a perfume from the crowds that pass,
And when love yields to love seen face to face.

1. Thirty Sonnets. 10. Sonnet 10. A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued
2. Thirty Sonnets. 12. Sonnet 12. Like as a dryad, from her native bole
3. Thirty Sonnets. 13. Sonnet 13. I fancied, while you stood conversing there
4. Thirty Sonnets. 26. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island
5. Sonnet 7. There have been times when I could storm and plead

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