Page:Poems, Alan Seeger, 1916.djvu/90

 World of romance and profusion, still round my journey spread

The glamours, the glints, the enthralments, the nurture of one whose feet

From hours unblessed by beauty nor lighted by love have fled

As the shade of the tomb on his pathway and the scent of the winding-sheet.

I never could rest from roving nor put from my heart this need

To be seeing how lovably Nature in flower and face hath wrought,—

In flower and meadow and mountain and heaven where the white clouds breed

And the cunning of silken meshes where the heart's desire lies caught.

Over the azure expanses, on the offshore breezes borne,

I have sailed as a butterfly sails, nor recked where the impulse led,

Sufficed with the sunshine and freedom, the warmth and the summer morn,

The infinite glory surrounding, the infinite blue ahead. 40