Classic Poem

I TOO have searched for Beauty in this life,
For loveliness amongst the woes of men,
The spark of joy which shines from out the strife,
The will-o'-wisp's white dancing o'er the fen;
To find the spur which urges, goads the soul
To toil through depths to greater heights above
Where Beauty is the mighty, final goal
And roads to Beauty run through vales of love.

I too have sought the guerdon hard to gain,
Elusive river sweeping to the sea,
But well I know a glimpse is worth the pain
Of seeking that which ever seems to flee.
O Beauty, thou hast one disciple more,
Another traveller knocking at thy door!