Alan Seeger (Àëàí Ñèãåð)

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. Sonnet 11. WHEN among creatures fair of countenance
2. Kyrenaikos
3. Sonnet 3. WHY should you be astonished that my heart
4. Sonnet 6. OH, YOU are more desirable to me
5. Sonnet 16. WHO shall invoke her, who shall be her priest

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