Here you will find thePoemSeekingof poet Ada Cambridge
Bright eyes, sweet lips, with sudden fevers fill My strong blood, running wildly, as it must; But lips and eyes too soon beget distrust. A soft touch sends a momentary thrill Through sense unsubservient to the will; But warm caresses leave a dim disgust; Like Dead- Sea apples, kisses turn to dust. I kiss; I feast; but I am hungry still. O, where is She ? that straight and upright soul ? True friend, true mate, true woman ? where is She? True heart ? as true as needle to the pole ? True to the truth, not only true to me ? Worth all I have to give ? the best ? the whole. When shall these eyes Her unknown beauty see?
