Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер)

Lyonesse

In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:
Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,
And fertile lowlands lengthening far away,
               In Lyonesse.

Came a term to that land's old favoredness:
Past the sea-walls, crumbled in thundering spray,
Rolled the green waves, ravening, merciless.

Through bearded boughs immobile in cool decay,
Where sea-bloom covers corroding palaces,
The mermaid glides with a curious glance to-day,
               In Lyonesse. 

1. Thirty Sonnets. 30. At the Tomb of Napoleon before the Elections in America--November, 1912
2. Sonnet 9. Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part
3. Thirty Sonnets. 8. Sonnet 8. Oft as by chance, a little while apart
4. Tithonus
5. Thirty Sonnets. 6. Sonnet 6. Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs

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