Poem by Alan Seeger

Thirty Sonnets. 2. Sonnet 2. Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways

Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways,
Between the rivers and the illumined sky
Whose fervid depths reverberate from on high
Fierce lustres mingled in a fiery haze.
They mark it inland; blithe and fair of face
Her suitors follow, guessing by the glare
Beyond the hilltops in the evening air
How bright the cressets at her portals blaze.
On the pure fronts Defeat ere many a day
Falls like the soot and dirt on city-snow;
There hopes deferred lie sunk in piteous seams.
Her paths are disillusion and decay,
With ruins piled and unapparent woe,
The graves of Beauty and the wreck of dreams.

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. Sonnet 5. Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent
4. Tithonus
5. Thirty Sonnets. 6. Sonnet 6. Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs

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