Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, <br />Depths of the azure eastern sky between, <br />Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run, <br />Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, -- <br />Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies <br />The cannon's note has ceased to be a part, <br />I shall return once more and bring to these <br />The worship of an undivided heart. <br />Of those sweet potentialities that wait <br />For my heart's deep desire to fecundate <br />I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants; <br />And the great cities of the world shall yet <br />Be golden frames for me in which to set <br />New masterpieces of more rare romance.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-12-3/
