Unanswered

Something compels me, somewhere. Yet I seeNo clear command in Life's long mystery.

Oft have I flung myself beside my horse,To drink the water from the roadside mire,And felt the liquid through my being course,Stilling the anguish of my thirst's desire.

A simple want; so easily allayed;After the burning march; water and shade.

Also I lay against the loved one's heartFinding fulfilment in that resting-place,Feeling my longing, quenched, was but a partOf nature's ceaseless striving for the race.

But now, I know not what they would with me;Matter or Force or God, if Gods there be.

I wait; I question; Nature heeds me not.She does but urge in answer to my prayer,"Arise and do!" Alas, she adds not what;"Arise and go!" Alas, she says not where!