In gardens soft with rain
And in strangest symbols
In glasses sweet and bitter
And in antique books

I do not seek, I am finding

In questions and forebodings
And well-chosen words
In yesterday’s soft odours
And unfulfilled dreams

I do not seek, I am finding

In foreign spells and phrases
In colours rich with years
In abandoned places
In notes that are not there

I do not seek, I am finding

In beauty and in horror
In thunder and in lightning
In dreams weird with omens
Skies are full of fire

I do not seek, I am finding