Classic Poem

So long it is that I have sought your face
In many lands, in ever-changing guise,
Throughout the multitudinous past that lies
Stretching behind me like a desert space;
Yea, in strange forms of some pre-natal race
My soul has wandered, seeking for your soul
O'er starry seas, in wooded glen and knoll,
Begging of God a little gift of grace—
The music of your swiftly passing feet,
The solace of your voice, so long desired.
O lovely and beloved, my heart was tired
With the old quest, and when it leapt to meet
That first light-giving glimmer of your eyes,
It touched all beauty's ultimate dawn-rise!