It is over, the ceaseless search is over, Souls may collide but not like bodies mate, After collision they must separate, Minds are not twins as Calais is to Dover. Searching was half the world while searching lasted, Finding was all the world created new, Losing was hardest to believe come true, But search, find, loss, not one of them is wasted That shed this timeless moonlit week on week In an uncumulative series. Frost Could not quietlier gild and geld the fall. There is no search when nothing is left to seek, Nothing to find when what was found is lost, Nothing to lose when what is lost was all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EDITH CAVELL by LAURENCE BINYON LIVING BY FAITH by PHOEBE CARY |