Is it a tribute or betrayal when,
Turning from all the sweet, accustomed ways,
I leave your lips and eyes to seek you in
Some other face?
Why am I searching after what I have,
And going far to find the near at hand?
I do not know-I only know I crave
To find you at the end.
I only know that Love has many a hearth,
That Hunger has an endless path to roam,
And Beauty is the dream that drives the earth
And leads me home.