Juvenilia An Ode To Natural Beauty

A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916)

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 sensible divinity —

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

Or that great huntsman with the golden gear;

Ravished in hours like these

Before thy universal shrine

To feel the invoked presence hovering near,

He stands enthusiastic. Star-lit hours

Spent on the roads of wandering solitude

Have set their sober impress on his brow,

And he, with harmonies of wind and wood

And torrent and the tread of mountain showers,

Has mingled many a dedicative vow

That holds him, till thy last delight be known,

Bound in thy service and in thine alone.

I, too, among the visionary throng

Who choose to follow where thy pathway leads,

Have sold my patrimony for a song,

And donned the simple, lowly pilgrim’s weeds.

From that first image of beloved walls,

Deep-bowered in umbrage of ancestral trees,

Where earliest thy sweet enchantment falls,

Tingeing a child’s fantastic reveries

With radiance so fair it seems to be

Of heavens just lost the lingering evidence

From that first dawn of roseate infancy,

So long beneath thy tender influence

My breast has thrilled. As oft for one brief second

The veil through which those infinite offers beckoned

Has seemed to tremble, letting through

Some swift intolerable view

Of vistas past the sense of mortal seeing,

So oft, as one whose stricken eyes might see

In ferny dells the rustic deity,

I stood, like him, possessed, and all my being,

Flooded an instant with unwonted light,

Quivered with cosmic passion; whether then

On woody pass or glistening mountain-height

I walked in fellowship with winds and clouds,

Whether in cities and the throngs of men,

A curious saunterer through friendly crowds,

Enamored of the glance in passing eyes,

Unuttered salutations, mute replies, —

In every character where light of thine

Has shed on earthly things the hue of things divine

I sought eternal Loveliness, and seeking,

If ever transport crossed my brow bespeaking

Such fire as a prophetic heart might feel

Where simple worship blends in fervent zeal,

It was the faith that only love of thee

Needed in human hearts for Earth to see

Surpassed the vision poets have held dear

Of joy diffused in most communion here;

That whomsoe’er thy visitations warmed,

Lover of thee in all thy rays informed,

Needed no difficulter discipline

To seek his right to happiness within

Than, sensible of Nature’s loveliness,

To yield him to the generous impulses

By such a sentiment evoked. The thought,

Bright Spirit, whose illuminings I sought,

That thou unto thy worshipper might be

An all-sufficient law, abode with me,

Importing something more than unsubstantial dreams

To vigils by lone shores and walks by murmuring streams.

Youth’s flowers like childhood’s fade and are forgot.

Fame twines a tardy crown of yellowing leaves.

How swift were disillusion, were it not

That thou art steadfast where all else deceives!

Solace and Inspiration, Power divine

That by some mystic sympathy of thine,

When least it waits and most hath need of thee,

Can startle the dull spirit suddenly

With grandeur welled from unsuspected springs, —

Long as the light of fulgent evenings,

When from warm showers the pearly shades disband

And sunset opens o’er the humid land,

Shows thy veiled immanence in orient skies, —

Long as pale mist and opalescent dyes

Hung on far isle or vanishing mountain-crest,

Fields of remote enchantment can suggest

So sweet to wander in it matters nought,

They hold no place but in impassioned thought,

Long as one draught from a clear sky may be

A scented luxury;

Be thou my worship, thou my sole desire,

Thy paths my pilgrimage, my sense a lyre

Aeolian for thine every breath to stir;

Oft when her full-blown periods recur,

To see the birth of day’s transparent moon

Far from cramped walls may fading afternoon

Find me expectant on some rising lawn;

Often depressed in dewy grass at dawn,

Me, from sweet slumber underneath green boughs,

Ere the stars flee may forest matins rouse,

Afoot when the great sun in amber floods

Pours horizontal through the steaming woods

And windless fumes from early chimneys start

And many a cock-crow cheers the traveller’s heart

Eager for aught the coming day afford

In hills untopped and valleys unexplored.

Give me the white road into the world’s ends,

Lover of roadside hazard, roadside friends,

Loiterer oft by upland farms to gaze

On ample prospects, lost in glimmering haze

At noon, or where down odorous dales twilit,

Filled with low thundering of the mountain stream,

Over the plain where blue seas border it

The torrid coast-towns gleam.

I have fared too far to turn back now; my breast

Burns with the lust for splendors unrevealed,

Stars of midsummer, clouds out of the west,

Pallid horizons, winds that valley and field

Laden with joy, be ye my refuge still!

What though distress and poverty assail!

Though other voices chide, yours never will.

The grace of a blue sky can never fail.

Powers that my childhood with a spell so sweet,

My youth with visions of such glory nursed,

Ye have beheld, nor ever seen my feet

On any venture set, but ’twas the thirst

For Beauty willed them, yea, whatever be

The faults I wanted wings to rise above;

I am cheered yet to think how steadfastly

I have been loyal to the love of Love!

Poetry Monster – Home

A few random poems:

External links

Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus

Talking Writing Monster’s Page –

Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh

Poems in English 

• Fuck Israel by Fledermaus
• Woman And The Weed poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• Willie’s Ladye poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• Waly, Waly poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• Villion’s Ballade Of Good Counsel, To His Friends Of Evil Life poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• Valentine In Form Of Ballade poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• Three Portraits Of Prince Charles poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Wife Of Usher’s Well poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Twa Sisters poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Queen’s Marie poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Odyssey poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Moon’s Minion poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Laird Of Waristoun poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Heir Of Lynne poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Fairy’s Gift poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Elphin Nourrice poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Dowie Dens Of Yarrow poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Douglas Tragedy poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang
• The Burial Of Moliere poem – Andrew Lang poems by Andrew Lang

More external links (open in a new tab):

Russian Commerce Agency

Dealing Monster

Doska or the Board – write anything

Search engines:

Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.

Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees

Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.

Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.

 

Parallel Translations of Poetry

Poems by Author and Category

The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works