Be my companion under cool arcades <br />That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square <br />Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades <br />White belfries burn in the blue tropic air. <br />Lie near me in dim forests where the croon <br />Of wood-doves sounds and moss-banked water flows, <br />Or musing late till the midsummer moon <br />Breaks through some ruined abbey's empty rose. <br />Sweetest of those to-day whose pious hands <br />Tend the sequestered altar of Romance, <br />Where fewer offerings burn, and fewer kneel, <br />Pour there your passionate beauty on my heart, <br />And, gladdening such solitudes, impart <br />How sweet the fellowship of those who feel!<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-in-a-volume-of-the-comtesse-de-noailles/
