I HAVE sought thirty years, my sisters, Where he hid I sought; I have walked thirty years, my sisters, I have found him not. I have walked thirty years, my sisters, Weary my footfall; He is everywhere, my sisters, And is not at all. The hour is growing sad, my sisters, Take my shoes and part; For as evening wanes, my sisters, I am sick at heart. . . . You are very young, my sisters, Wander on and on; Take my pilgrim's staff, my sisters, Seek as I have done. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |