Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles

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Title:     Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
Author: Alan Seeger [More Titles by Seeger]

Be my companion under cool arcades
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square
Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades
White belfries burn in the blue tropic air.
Lie near me in dim forests where the croon
Of wood-doves sounds and moss-banked water flows,
Or musing late till the midsummer moon
Breaks through some ruined abbey's empty rose.
Sweetest of those to-day whose pious hands
Tend the sequestered altar of Romance,
Where fewer offerings burn, and fewer kneel,
Pour there your passionate beauty on my heart,
And, gladdening such solitudes, impart
How sweet the fellowship of those who feel!

[The end]
Alan Seeger's poem: Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles [sonnet]

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