QuestAuthor(s): Winifred WebbSource: Poetry, Vol. 2, No. 6 (Sep., 1913), p. 203Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20569880 .

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CONTENTMENT The wide grey sweep of ocean and the long white curl of

foam, The ever-pleading wash of waves, the never-ceasing moan: I used to scorn their beauty with a heart that spurned its

home.

Oh for the silver shining of fair cities o'er the sands! Oh for the song of dusky throats in dim and distant lands! They reached to me as women reach their slim and lovely

hands.

I followed 'neath the alien sky and through the stranger's door;

And now I crown my wandering with peace that asks no more

Than just to lie and watch the surf along the dear home shore.

QUEST

Ho all you eager travelers! Have you some place to go Where you forget the many things You wish you did not know? Forget your own insistent past And feel just fit and free? If you have found it, won't you tell Its happy name to me?

Winifred Webb [203]

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