The Great Hunt

The Great Hunt

I can not tell you now,
When the winds drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the winds a whisper at last-
Maybe Ill tell you then-
Some other time.

When the roses flash to the sunset
Reels to the rack and the twist,
And the rose is a red bygone,
When the face I love is going
And the gate to the end shall clang,
And its no use to beckon or say,'so long'-
Maybe Ill tell you then-
Some other time .

I never knew any more beautiful than you:
I have hunted you under my thoughts,
I have broken down under the wind
And into the roses looking for you.
I shall never find any
greater than you.

Carl Sandburg