Seeking
Bright eyes, sweet lips, with sudden fevers fill
My strong blood, running wildly, as it must;
But lips and eyes too soon beget distrust.
A soft touch sends a momentary thrill
Through sense unsubservient to the will;
But warm caresses leave a dim disgust;
Like Dead– Sea apples, kisses turn to dust.
I kiss; I feast; but I am hungry still.
O, where is She—that straight and upright soul—
True friend, true mate, true woman—where is She?
True heart—as true as needle to the pole—
True to the truth, not only true to me—
Worth all I have to give—the best—the whole.
When shall these eyes Her unknown beauty see?
