TO all in the village I seemed, no doubt, To go this way and that way, aimlessly. But here by the river you can see at twilight The soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there -- They must fly so to catch their food. And if you have ever lost your way at night, In the deep wood near Miller's Ford, And dodged this way and now that, Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through, Trying to find the path, You should understand I sought the way With earnest zeal, and all my wanderings Were wanderings in the quest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE MEADOW-SAFFRON by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR THE TROUBADOUR by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS PSALM 27. DOMINIUS ILLUMINATO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |