That I should know thee,
Come ? calm the tortuous contours
Of my half demented brain.
Peace ? the priceless pearl mid?st mankind
I know thee not.
Yet ? I have thee sought
In every manner of place and kind.
I crave thy gentle fingers as a balm
To soothe my tortured mind.
Shall?t I never know thy peace?
Shall?t I never rest
Until I end this quest?
And thy very presence I will know
When thou will?t tell my soul.
© Elizabeth Anderson 1959
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