God-seeking thou hast journeyed far and nigh. <br />On dawn-lit mountain-tops thy soul did yearn <br />To hear His trailing garments wander by; <br />And where 'mid thunderous glooms great sunsets burn, <br />Vainly thou sought'st His shadow on sea and sky; <br />Or gazing up, at noontide, could'st discern <br />Only a neutral heaven's indifferent eye <br />And countenance austerely taciturn. <br /> <br />Yet whom thou soughtest I have found at last; <br />Neither where tempest dims the world below <br />Nor where the westering daylight reels aghast <br />In conflagrations of red overthrow: <br />But where this virgin brooklet silvers past, <br />And yellowing either bank the king-cups blow.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-seeking/
