Alan Seeger
At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.Collection: Joy
I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvousCollection: Failing
But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.Collection: Spring
Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible divinity-light of the world, essential loveliness.Collection: Beauty
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the impoverished heart, Beams like a jewel on the breast of dawn.Collection: Beauty