Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me

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Title:     Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me
Author: Alan Seeger [More Titles by Seeger]

Oh, you are more desirable to me
Than all I staked in an impulsive hour,
Making my youth the sport of chance, to be
Blighted or torn in its most perfect flower;
For I think less of what that chance may bring
Than how, before returning into fire,
To make my dearest memory of the thing
That is but now my ultimate desire.
And in old times I should have prayed to her
Whose haunt the groves of windy Cyprus were,
To prosper me and crown with good success
My will to make of you the rose-twined bowl
From whose inebriating brim my soul
Shall drink its last of earthly happiness.

[The end]
Alan Seeger's poem: Oh, You Are More Desirable To Me [sonnet]

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