Poem by Alan Seeger

Thirty Sonnets. 7. Sonnet 7. To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound

To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound
Whose stations Beauty's bright examples are,
As of a silken city famed afar
Over the sands for wealth and holy ground,
Came the report of one -- a woman crowned
With all perfection, blemishless and high,
As the full moon amid the moonlit sky,
With the world's praise and wonder clad around.
And I who held this notion of success:
To leave no form of Nature's loveliness
Unworshipped, if glad eyes have access there, --
Beyond all earthly bounds have made my goal
To find where that sweet shrine is and extol
The hand that triumphed in a work so fair.

1. Sonnet 9. Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part
2. Tithonus
3. Maktoob
4. Thirty Sonnets. 27. Oneata
5. On a Theme in the Greek Anthology

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