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 PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT THE SEEKERS by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: SEE-SAW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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