Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled
Clothed her as sunshine clothes the summer world.
Her robes were gauzes—gold and green and gules,
All furry things flocked round her, from her hand
Nibbling their foods and fawning at her feet.
Two peacocks watched her where she made her seat
Beside a fountain in Broceliande.
Sometimes she sang.... Whoever heard forgot
Errand and aim, and knights at noontide here,
Riding from fabulous gestes beyond the seas,
Would follow, tranced, and seek ... and find her not...
But wake that night, lost, by some woodland mere,
Powdered with stars and rimmed with silent trees.
|About the poet|
|By the same poet|
|An Ode to Natural Beauty|
|The Deserted Garden|
|The Torture of Cuauhtemoc|
|The Need to Love|
|All That's Not Love...|
|The Sultan’s Palace|
|With a Copy of Shakespeare’s Sonnets on Leaving College|
|Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles|
|The Old Lowe House, Staten Island|
|On the Cliffs, Newport|
|To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War|
|At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America—November, 1912|
|Do You Remember Once...|
|An Ode to Antares|
|Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI|
|Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99|
|On a Theme in the Greek Anthology|
|After an Epigram of Clement Marot|
|The Aisne (1914-15)|
|I Have a Rendezvous with Death...|
|A Message to America|
|Introduction and Conclusion of a Long Poem|
|Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France|
|Alan Seeger at amazon.co.uk|