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


That never ends until asunder fall

The locks and bolts of the last door of all.