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Alan Seeger - Sonnet VII
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To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound 
Whose stations Beauty`s bright examples are, 
As of a silken city famed afar 
Over the sands for wealth and holy ground, 
Came the report of one — a woman crowned 
With all perfection, blemishless and high, 
As the full moon amid the moonlit sky, 
With the world`s praise and wonder clad around. 
And I who held this notion of success: 
To leave no form of Nature`s loveliness 
Unworshipped, if glad eyes have access there, — 
Beyond all earthly bounds have made my goal 
To find where that sweet shrine is and extol 
The hand that triumphed in a work so fair.
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