Seeking And Finding

Thinking of shores that I shall never see, And things that I would know but am forbid By Time and briefness, treasuries locked from me In unknown tongue or human bosom hid, Knowing how unsure is all my knowledge, doled To sloven memory and to cheated sense, And to what majesty of stars I hold My little candle of experience In the vast night, in the untravelled night, I sigh and seek. And there is answer none But in the silence that sure pressure slight Of your heart beating close beside my own. O Love, Love, where in you is any bound? Fool I to seek, who have infinitely found.