Here you will find the Poem The Eternal Search of poet William Watson
MY little maiden two years old, just able To tower full half a head above the table, With inquisition keen must needs explore Whatever in my dwelling hath a door, Whatever is behind a curtain hid, Or lurks, a rich enigma, 'neath a lid. So soon is the supreme desire confessed, To probe the unknown! So soon begins the quest, That never ends until asunder fall The locks and bolts of the Last Door of All.
