Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер)

Thirty Sonnets. 15. Sonnet 15. Above the ruin of God's holy place

Above the ruin of God's holy place,
Where man-forsaken lay the bleeding rood,
Whose hands, when men had craved substantial food,
Gave not, nor folded when they cried, Embrace,
I saw exalted in the latter days
Her whom west winds with natal foam bedewed,
Wafted toward Cyprus, lily-breasted, nude,
Standing with arms out-stretched and flower-like face.
And, sick with all those centuries of tears
Shed in the penance for factitious woe,
Once more I saw the nations at her feet,
For Love shone in their eyes, and in their ears
Come unto me, Love beckoned them, for lo!
The breast your lips abjured is still as sweet.

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

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