Thinking the wide world I would wander o'er In quest of love,—love that should have the power To fill my heart with all-embracing sway.
In every street I sought love day by day ; Beseeching hands I held at every door, Asking for but one sign of love,—no more ; But all with scoffing hatred turned away.
And still I wandered o'er the weary ground, In search of love,—but love I never found.
Hopeless and sad, at last I homeward turned, And thou didst meet me,—and thine eye's soft glance My longing heart with rapture did entrance, For there I saw the love for which I yearned. S.