Foliage: Various Poems

SEEKING JOY

     Joy, how I sought thee!
     Silver I spent and gold,
     On the pleasures of this world,
         In splendid garments clad;
     The wine I drank was sweet,
     Rich morsels I did eat—
         Oh, but my life was sad!
     Joy, how I sought thee!

     Joy, I have found thee!
     Far from the halls of Mirth,
     Back to the soft green earth,
         Where people are not many;
     I find thee, Joy, in hours
     With clouds, and birds, and flowers—

     Joy, I have found thee!