I am seeking for my pool.
It lies among the heather,
Where misty mountains gather
Still and cool.
Winds fan its shores and guard its ground-
Yet no breeze brings its murmuring sound.
I am seeking for my ring.
It has fallen in the bushes
Where the golden-hearted thrushes
Used to sing.
Men dig and plant. The earth is tossed –
Yet my lost circlet none have crossed.
I am seeking for my heart.
It left me in the twilight
When the voices of the night
Called apart.
Travellers go far by land and sea-
Yet no one brings my heart to me.
(Laura Benet)
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