GOD-SEEKING

By William Watson

God-seeking thou hast journeyed far and nigh.

On dawn-lit mountain-tops thy soul did yearn

To hear His trailing garments wander by;

And where‘ mid thunderous glooms great sunsets burn,

Vainly thou sought'st His shadow on sea and sky;

Or gazing up, at noontide, could'st discern

Only a neutral heaven's indifferent eye

And countenance austerely taciturn.

Yet whom thou soughtest I have found at last;

Neither where tempest dims the world below

Nor where the westering daylight reels aghast

In conflagrations of red overthrow:

But where this virgin brooklet silvers past,

And yellowing either bank the king-cups blow.