To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, <br />To go this way and that way, aimlessly. <br />But here by the river you can see at twilight <br />The soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there -- <br />They must fly so to catch their food. <br />And if you have ever lost your way at night, <br />In the deep wood near Miller's Ford, <br />And dodged this way and now that, <br />Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through, <br />Trying to find the path, <br />You should understand I sought the way <br />With earnest zeal, and all my wanderings <br />Were wanderings in the quest.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/william-goode/
