Quest

Radio Record, Volume VI, Issue 2, 22 July 1932, Unnumbered Page

Quest

I have sought Beauty, and of Life asked nought Save jewelled moments starring leaden days. I followed her bird-call down misty ways, Seeing but darkly in the glass I wrought. I’ the deepening of the dusk I vigil kept, And oftentimes surprised her where she slept, Half-hidden by the dim-white robe of dawn. Oh, she has touched me with her finger-tips and I have torn The clutching hold of every day! Yet most she hid her light Through hours of dull content; and when my world fell round my feet I glimpsed the glory of her face and felt her pinions beat; She drew me from the depths to stand with her upon the height. I have seen lone Poverty; clad in her thin shawl, Standing silently, grey shadows in her hair. Before her stretched the street where lies eternal night IVith drooping head, stood Beauty, quivering there. I have known pale Sorrow; her eyes were dark with weary tears And the woe of all the world was her uplifting load. The leaves fell tossing from the trees and with the wind Vent Beauty, to help Sorrow on her road. . I have seen grim Pain; he lay amid the dew-drenched grass, And ‘hard against the sod his frensied fingers beat, But on his lips lingered a iwisted smile; he heard The ever-nearing tread of Beauty’s fect. . »

I have sought Beauty and go seckitig her unto.the end.

K.M.

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