Dora Sigerson Shorter

(1866-1918 / Ireland)

Seeking - Poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter

There I cannot find thee, O my love!
In the city's clamour,
In its pleasure's glamour;
'Mid the multitude of faces
Or the wilderness of places
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
Where corn groweth yellow,
Where luscious fruits come mellow,
Where 'neath the roses swinging
Hide birds that wake to singing,
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
Where sweeps the snowy pinion
O'er the seamew's wide dominion;
Where the gull unceasingly
Screams a chorus to the sea,
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
There I cannot find thee, O my love!
Blind in the dark my seeking,
I stand with lone heart breaking,
And with hushed and listening breath
I gaze through the gates of death—
There I cannot seek thee, O my love!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010



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