Poem: Eva Gore-Booth, The Quest

For years I sought the Many in the One, 

I thought to find lost waves and broken rays, 

The rainbow’s faded colours in the sun— 

The dawns and twilights of forgotten days. 

But now I seek the One in every form, 

Scorning no vision that a dewdrop holds, 

The gentle Light that shines behind the storm, 

The Dream that many a twilight hour enfolds.