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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1241. His Quest
By Lewis Frank Tooker
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,        5
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.        10
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;        15
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.        20
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        25
He searched, but never searched his heart.


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