The Great Hunt
1878-1967
I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper at last --
Maybe I'll tell you then --
some other time.
When the rose's flash to the sunset
Reels to the wrack and the twist,
And the rose is a red bygone,
When the face I love is going
And the gate to the end shall clang,
And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long" --
Maybe I'll tell you then --
some other time.
I never knew any more beautiful than you:
I have hunted you under my thoughts,
I have broken down under the wind
And into the roses looking for you.
I shall never find any
greater than you.
DayPoems Poem No. 1474
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1474.html">The Great Hunt by Carl Sandburg</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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