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[Alan Seeger, American (New York) Poet. 22 June 1888 - 04 July
1916.]

Poems by Alan Seeger
With an introduction by William Archer

Contents

Introduction by William Archer
Juvenilia
An Ode to Natural Beauty The Deserted Garden The Torture of
Cuauhtemoc The Nympholept The Wanderer The Need to Love El
Extraviado La Nue All That's Not Love . . . Paris The Sultan's Palace
Fragments
Thirty Sonnets: Sonnet I Sonnet II Sonnet III Sonnet IV Sonnet V
Sonnet VI Sonnet VII Sonnet VIII Sonnet IX Sonnet X Sonnet XI
Sonnet XII Sonnet XIII Sonnet XIV Sonnet XV Sonnet XVI
Kyrenaikos Antinous Vivien I Loved . . . Virginibus Puerisque . . .
With a Copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets on Leaving College Written in a
Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles Coucy Tezcotzinco The Old Lowe
House, Staten Island Oneata 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
The Rendezvous Do You Remember Once . . . The Bayadere
Eudaemon Broceliande Lyonesse Tithonus An Ode to Antares
Translations
Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99
On a Theme in the Greek Anthology After an Epigram of Clement
Marot
Last Poems
The Aisne (1914-15) Champagne (1914-15) The Hosts Maktoob I Have
a Rendezvous with Death . . .
Sonnets: - Sonnet I - - Sonnet II - - Sonnet III - - Sonnet IV - - Sonnet
V - - Sonnet VI - - Sonnet VII - - Sonnet VIII - - Sonnet IX - - Sonnet
X - - Sonnet XI - - Sonnet XII -
Bellinglise Liebestod Resurgam A Message to America Introduction
and Conclusion of a Long Poem Ode in Memory of the American
Volunteers Fallen for France

Introduction by William Archer

This book contains the undesigned, but all the more spontaneous and
authentic, biography of a very rare spirit. It contains the record of a
short life, into which was crowded far more of keen experience and
high aspiration -- of the thrill of sense and the rapture of soul -- than it
is given to most men, even of high vitality, to extract from a life of
twice the length. Alan Seeger had barely passed his twenty-eighth
birthday, when, charging up to the German trenches on the field of
Belloy-en-Santerre, his "escouade" of the Foreign Legion was caught in
a deadly flurry of machine-gun fire, and he fell, with most of his
comrades, on the blood-stained but reconquered soil. To his friends the
loss was grievous, to literature it was -- we shall never know how great,
but assuredly not small. Yet this was a case, if ever there was one, in
which we may not only say "Nothing is here for tears," but may add to
the well-worn phrase its less familiar sequel: Nothing to wail Or knock
the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, -- nothing
but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Of all the poets who have died young, none has died so happily.
Without suggesting any parity of stature, one cannot but think of the

group of English poets who, about a hundred years ago, were cut off in
the flower of their age. Keats, coughing out his soul by the Spanish
Steps; Shelley's spirit of flame snuffed out by a chance capful of wind
from the hills of Carrara; Byron, stung by a fever-gnat on the very
threshold of his great adventure -- for all these we can feel nothing but
poignant unrelieved regret. Alan Seeger, on the other hand, we can very
truly envy. Youth had given him all that it had to give; and though he
would fain have lived on -- though no one was ever less world-weary
than he -- yet