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. 19. Vivien
2. Thirty Sonnets. 21. Virginibus Puerisque
3. Thirty Sonnets. 28. On the Cliffs, Newport
4. Tithonus
5. Broceliande

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