Page:Poems, Alan Seeger, 1916.djvu/207



in the sloping forest that surrounds

The head of a green valley that I know,

Spread the fair gardens and ancestral grounds

Of Bellinglise, the beautiful château.

Through shady groves and fields of unmown grass,

It was my joy to come at dusk and see,

Filling a little pond's untroubled glass,

Its antique towers and mouldering masonry.

Oh, should I fall to-morrow, lay me here,

That o'er my tomb, with each reviving year,

Wood-flowers may blossom and the wood-doves croon;

And lovers by that unrecorded place,

Passing, may pause, and cling a little space,

Close-bosomed, at the rising of the moon.

157