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with its tribute to

The resignation and the calm



And wisdom of the East,

he returns to the note of fatalism. Here he has not only



the wisdom of the East but the logic of the West on his side.

Necessity is as incontrovertible to thought as it is incredible to feeling.



But in the potentillusion of free-will (if illusion it be) rests

all morality and all the admiration that we feel for good and evil deeds.



Not even at Alan Seeger's bidding can we quite persuade ourselves that,

when he took up arms for France, he was exercising no brave,



no generous choice, but was the conscript of Destiny.

William Archer.



Poems by Alan Seeger

Juvenilia



1914

An Ode to Natural Beauty



There is a power whose inspiration fills

Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,



Like airy dew ere any drop distils,

Like perfume in the laden flower, like aught



Unseen which interfused throughout the whole

Becomes its quickening pulse and principle and soul.



Now when, the drift of old desire renewing,

Warm tides flow northward over valley and field,



When half-forgotten sound and scent are wooing

From their deep-chambered recesses long sealed



Such memories as breathe once more

Of childhood and the happy hues it wore,



Now, with a fervor that has never been

In years gone by, it stirs me to respond, --



Not as a force whose fountains are within

The faculties of the percipient mind,



Subject with them to darkness and decay,

But something absolute, something beyond,



Oft met like tender orbs that seem to peer

From pale horizons, luminous behind



Some fringe of tinted cloud at close of day;

And in this flood of the reviving year,



When to the loiterer by sylvan streams,

Deep in those cares that make Youth loveliest,



Nature in every common aspect seems

To comment on the burden in his breast --



The joys he covets and the dreams he dreams --

One then with all beneath the radiant skies



That laughs with him or sighs,

It courses through the lilac-scented air,



A blessing on the fields, a wonder everywhere.

Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses,



Flung like the rose of dawn across the sea,

Alone can flush the exalted consciousness



With shafts of sensibledivinity --

Light of the World, essential loveliness:



Him whom the Muse hath made thy votary

Not from her paths and gentle precepture



Shall vulgar ends engage, nor break the spell

That taught him first to feel thy secret charms



And o'er the earth, obedient to their lure,

Their sweet surprise and endless miracle,



To follow ever with insatiate arms.

On summer afternoons,



When from the blue horizon to the shore,

Casting faint silver pathways like the moon's



Across the Ocean's glassy, mottled floor,

Far clouds uprear their gleaming battlements



Drawn to the crest of some bleak eminence,

When autumn twilight fades on the sere hill



And autumn winds are still;

To watch the East for some emerging sign,



Wintry Capella or the Pleiades




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