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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS QUEST, by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER First Line: What seek'st thou at this madman's pace? Last Line: He searched, but never searched his heart. | |||
WHAT seek'st thou at this madman's pace? "I seek my love's new dwelling place: Her house is dark, her doors are wide, There bat and owl and beetle bide, And there, breast-high, the rank weeds grow, And drowsy poppies nod and blow. So mount I swift to ride me through The world to find my love anew. I have no token of the way; I haste by night, I press by day. Through busy cities I am borne, On lonely heights I watch the morn Climb up the east, and see the light Of waning moon gleam thwart my flight. Sometimes a light before me flees; I follow it, till stormy seas Break wide before, then all is dark. Sometimes on plains, wide still, and stark, I hear a voice; I seek the sound, And ride into a hush profound. To find her dwelling I will ride Worlds through and through, whate'er betide." To find her dwelling rode he forth, In vain rode south, in vain rode north; In vain in mountain, plain, and mart He searched, but never searched his heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST FIGHT by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER THE OLD CONSERVATIVE by LEWIS FRANK TOOKER A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD WHAT IS LONDON'S LAST NEW LION? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IN THE ROMAN FORUM by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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