Poem by Alan Seeger

Thirty Sonnets. 26. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island

Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,
And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes)
Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes
When first these gables rose against the sky.
Relic of a romantic taste gone by,
This stately monument alone remains,
Vacant, with lichened walls and window-panes
Blank as the windows of a skull.  But I,
On evenings when autumnal winds have stirred
In the porch-vines, to this gray oracle
Have laid a wondering ear and oft-times heard,
As from the hollow of a stranded shell,
Old voices echoing (or my fancy erred)
Things indistinct, but not insensible.

1. Tithonus
2. Sonnet 9. Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part
3. Sonnet 6. OH, YOU are more desirable to me
4. Thirty Sonnets. 6. Sonnet 6. Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs
5. Thirty Sonnets. 8. Sonnet 8. Oft as by chance, a little while apart

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