Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Harold Monro . I havesought Him among John. What am I seeking ? What ! I cannot tell ; And out of that proceedeth all my pain . Where ! Say , where shall I seek ? Where does He dwell ? Why ! - Often have I asked myself in vain . Sir, I have wandered fifty years , have seen Him worshipped in the churches of all lands , Intently asked wherever I have been : “ Who — What is He ? " But no one understands . I have sought Him among men , and in the mart ; I have sought Him in the sweet and open field ; I have sought Him in the stillness of my heart But never found Him anywhere revealed . I sailed upon the strong and fragrant sea ; I fought His ancient worship to defend ; I lived five years an eremite - but He Was only more mysterious at the end . Often when I would linger all the night To meditate the universal doom , Suddenly , in a fever of delight , I would seem to feel His presence in the gloom . But it was fancy : for when daylight broke , And rapturously I called upon His name , He was not there , He neither heard nor spoke ; Nor have I ever felt Him twice the same . Does He exist ?- Sometimes when earth calls : “ Nay ! ”. A voice replies from Heaven : “ Hast thou forgot ? ” Or sometimes when the world has shouted : “ Yea !” Then He Himself has murmured : “ I am not ." 134