QUEST.

By Arthur Symons

I CHASE a shadow through the night,

A shadow unavailing;

Out of the dark, into the light,

I follow, follow: is it she?

Against the wall of sea outlined,

Outlined against the windows lit,

The shadow flickers, and behind

I follow, follow after it.

The shadow leads me through the night

To the grey margin of the sea;

Out of the dark, into the light,

I follow unavailingly.