Poem by Alan Seeger

Thirty Sonnets. 27. Oneata

A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze
That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,
Cool shades, green acreage, and antique house
Fronting the ocean and the dawn; than these
Old monks built never for the spirit's ease
Cloisters more calm--not Cluny nor Clairvaux;
Sweet are the noises from the bay below,
And cuckoos calling in the tulip-trees.
Here, a yet empty suitor in thy train,
Beloved Poesy, great joy was mine
To while a listless spell of summer days,
Happier than hoarder in each evening's gain,
When evenings found me richer by one line,
One verse well turned, or serviceable phrase.

1. Thirty Sonnets. 5. Sonnet 5. A tide of beauty with returning May
2. Thirty Sonnets. 15. Sonnet 15. Above the ruin of God's holy place
3. The Sultan's Palace
4. Thirty Sonnets. 2. Sonnet 2. Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways
5. Thirty Sonnets. 6. Sonnet 6. Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs

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