Poem by Arthur Stringer

The Seekers

KNOCK, and the Door shall open: ah, we knocked
And found the unpiteous portals locked.
Waiting, we learned us croons to while along
Those dreary watches–and ye call it Song!

Seek, and thine eyes shall find: oh, we have sought
The Vision of our Dream, yet found it not.
We limn its broken shadow, that our heart
May half remember–and ye call it Art!

1. At the Comedy
2. The Wordless Touch
3. The Lure o' Life
4. The Final Lesson
5. The Keeper

Charles Sorley The Seekers ("The gates are open on the road") March 1913

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