MY little maiden two years old, just able <br />To tower full half a head above the table, <br />With inquisition keen must needs explore <br />Whatever in my dwelling hath a door, <br />Whatever is behind a curtain hid, <br />Or lurks, a rich enigma, 'neath a lid. <br />So soon is the supreme desire confessed, <br />To probe the unknown! So soon begins the quest, <br />That never ends until asunder fall <br />The locks and bolts of the Last Door of All.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eternal-search-3/
