The Seeker

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Title:     The Seeker
Author: Rachel Annand Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

Curious and wistful through your soul I go.
With silver-tinkling feet I penetrate
Sealed chambers, and a puissant incense throw
Upon the smouldering braziers, love and hate:
And chaunt the grievèd verses of a dirge
For dying gods, remembering flutes and shawms:
With perverse moods I trouble you, and urge
The sense to beauty. Give me some sweet alms,
Some reverie, some pang of a damasked sword,
Some poignant moment yet unparalleled
In my dream-broidered chronicles, some chord
Of mystery Love's music never knelled
Before;--but nought of the rough alchemy
That disillusions all felicity.

[The end]
Rachel Annand Taylor's poem: Seeker

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