William GoodeTo all in the village I seemed, no doubt,To go this way and that way, aimlessly.But here by the river you can see at twilightThe soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there—They must fly so to catch their food.And if you have ever lost your way at night,In the deep wood near Miller’s Ford,And dodged this way and now that,Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through,Trying to find the path,You should understand I sought the wayWith earnest zeal, and all my wanderingsWere wanderings in the quest.
To all in the village I seemed, no doubt,To go this way and that way, aimlessly.But here by the river you can see at twilightThe soft-winged bats fly zig-zag here and there—They must fly so to catch their food.And if you have ever lost your way at night,In the deep wood near Miller’s Ford,And dodged this way and now that,Wherever the light of the Milky Way shone through,Trying to find the path,You should understand I sought the wayWith earnest zeal, and all my wanderingsWere wanderings in the quest.