Poem by Alan Seeger

Thirty Sonnets. 10. Sonnet 10. A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued

A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued,
With palms extent for amorous charity
And eyes incensed with love for all they see,
A wonder more to be adored than wooed,
On whom the grace of conscious womanhood
Adorning every little thing she does
Sits like enchantment, making glorious
A careless pose, a casual attitude;
Around her lovely shoulders mantle-wise
Hath come the realm of those old fabulous queens
Whose storied loves are Art's rich heritage,
To keep alive in this our latter age
That force that moving through sweet Beauty's means
Lifts up Man's soul to towering enterprise.

1. Thirty Sonnets. 12. Sonnet 12. Like as a dryad, from her native bole
2. The Sultan's Palace
3. Thirty Sonnets. 13. Sonnet 13. I fancied, while you stood conversing there
4. Thirty Sonnets. 26. The Old Lowe House, Staten Island
5. Thirty Sonnets. 8. Sonnet 8. Oft as by chance, a little while apart

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