The Search

by Henry Vaughan

Original Language English

     Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts;
               Who Pores
               and spies
          Still out of Doores,
          Within them nought.

          The skinne, and shell of things
               Though faire,
               are not
          Thy wish, nor pray'r,
               but got
          By meer Despair
               of wings.

          To rack old Elements,
               or Dust
               and say
          Sure here he must
               needs stay,
          Is not the way,
               nor just.
Search well another world; who studies this,
Travels in Clouds, seeks Manna, where none is.

-- from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, Edited by D. H. S. Nicholson / Edited by A. H. E. Lee

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The Search