06.05.2012, 12:23
The Quest Of Love
MY heart, insatiate, bade me seek for love,
And in my search I girt the flying world;
I passed where rose the awful rocks above,
I stood from where the avalanche is hurled;
I faced the tiger in his reedy lair,
And fought with Death upon the middle sea,
And seeking long through ocean, earth, and air,
Found love in every place, yet none for me
But when, exhausted, on this distant shore,
With hope for ever from the soul outcast,
I laid me down to rise again no more,
Thy lips I felt upon my face at last,
And heard thee murmur in my ear with sighs,
Hast thou but come that I may close thine eyes?
MY heart, insatiate, bade me seek for love,
And in my search I girt the flying world;
I passed where rose the awful rocks above,
I stood from where the avalanche is hurled;
I faced the tiger in his reedy lair,
And fought with Death upon the middle sea,
And seeking long through ocean, earth, and air,
Found love in every place, yet none for me
But when, exhausted, on this distant shore,
With hope for ever from the soul outcast,
I laid me down to rise again no more,
Thy lips I felt upon my face at last,
And heard thee murmur in my ear with sighs,
Hast thou but come that I may close thine eyes?