THE QUEST
You've been a wanderer, you!
But I've been a wanderer, too!
But I've been a wanderer, too!
You've seen the fine smoke rising
Like a fern uncoiled in spring;
And through the shut blind gazing
You've seen the white fire blazing;
Like a fern uncoiled in spring;
And through the shut blind gazing
You've seen the white fire blazing;
But often I've knocked at your door
For the love I've been asking for.
For the love I've been asking for.
You've borne, in the starlit expanses
Of the hushed night sorrowfully lying,
Gleams, like the furtive glances
Over one who is dying.
Of the hushed night sorrowfully lying,
Gleams, like the furtive glances
Over one who is dying.
You've seen your sorrow enlarge
Like a sphere to solitude's marge;
And you've gone in need of bread
With thoughts in your heart instead.
Like a sphere to solitude's marge;
And you've gone in need of bread
With thoughts in your heart instead.
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