Page:Poems, Alan Seeger, 1916.djvu/107

 Under arbor and trellis,

Full of flutes, full of flowers,

What mad fortunes befell us,

What glad orgies were ours!

In the days of our youth,

In our festal attire,

When the sweet flesh was smooth,

When the swift blood was fire,

And all Earth paid in orange and purple to pavilion the bed of Desire! 57