I’ve never found it.

Search the galaxies of your whirling mind but you won’t find it;

Stick pins in pictures on faded walls,

In soursmelling kitchens or marble halls –

I’ve looked, and I haven’t found it.

At the symbolic bend in the road you should find it;

At the end of the bending rainbow’s arc you try to find it;

There’s a watery labyrinth before we’re born

That wallows on, with hopes forlorn –

I’ve struggled – and foundered.

Have you seen god, he might help you to find it?

Have you crouched low over a prayerbook to find it?

Looked at the cross, and Man’s bloody idol,

Fettered your feelings with yoke and with bridle?

I have, and I’ve never found it.