The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

The Eternal Search

MY little maiden two years old, just able

To tower full half a head above the table,

With inquisition keen must needs explore

Whatever in my dwelling hath a door,

Whatever is behind a curtain hid,

Or lurks, a rich enigma, 'neath a lid,

So soon is the supreme desire confessed,

To probe the unknown! So soon begins the

quest,

That never ends until asunder fall

The locks and bolts of the last door of all.