Poems (Greenwell)/Seeking
SEEKING.
"And where, and among what pleasant places, Have ye been, that ye come again With your laps so full of flowers, and your faces Like buds blown fresh after rain?" "We have been," said the children speaking In their gladness, as the birds chime All together,—"we have been seeking For the Fairies of olden time; For we thought, they are only hidden— They would never surely go From this green earth all unbidden, And the children that love them so; Though they come not around us leaping, As they did when They and the World Were young, we shall find them sleeping Within some broad leaf curled; For the lily its white doors closes But only over the bee,And we looked through the summer roses, Leaf by leaf, so carefully; But we thought, rolled up we shall find them Among mosses old and dry; From gossamer threads that bind them, They will start like the butterfly, All winged: so we went forth seeking, Yet still they have kept unseen; Though we think our feet have been keeping The track where they have been, For we saw where their dance went flying O'er the pastures—snowy white Their seats and their tables lying, O'erthrown in their sudden flight. And they, too, have had their losses, For we found the goblets white And red in the old spiked mosses, That they drank from over-night; And in the pale horn of the woodbine Was some wine left, clear and bright; But we found," said the children speaking More quickly, "so many things. That we soon forgot we were seeking— Forgot all the Fairy rings, Forgot all the stories olden That we hear round the fire at night, Of their gifts and their favours golden,— The sunshine was so bright; And the flowers—we found so many That it almost made us grieve To think there were some, sweet as any, That we were forced to leave; As we left, by the brook-side lying, The balls of drifted foam, And brought (after all our trying) These Guelder-roses home."
"Then, oh!" I heard one speaking Beside me soft and low, "I have been, like the blessed children seeking, Still seeking, to and fro; Yet not, like them, for the Fairies,— They might pass unmourned away For me, that had. looked on angels— On angels that would not stay; No! not though in haste before them I spread all my heart's best cheer;And made love my banner o'er them, If it might but keep them here;They stayed but a while to rest them; Long, long before its close,From my feast, though I mourned and prest them. The radiant guests arose; And their flitting wings struck sadness And silence; never more Hath my soul won back the gladness, That was its own before. No; I mourned not for the Fairies When I had seen hopes decay,That were sweet unto my spirit So long; I said, 'If they, That through shade and sunny weather Have twined about my heart,Should fade, we must go together, For we can never part!'But my care was not availing, I found their sweetness gone;I saw their bright tints paling;— They died; yet I lived on.
"Yet seeking, ever seeking, Like the children, I have wonA guerdon all undreamt of, When first my quest begun.And my thoughts come back like wanderers, Out-wearied, to my breast;What they sought for long they found not, Yet was the Unsought best.For I sought not out for crosses, I did not seek for pain;Yet I find the heart's sore losses Were the spirit's surest gain."