The Seeker

All day I sought an easy peace
That would not wear away the flesh
Of my four bones.
In Pleasure's chapel I heard the music of the zither
Blown in light like the down-soft feather
Movements in zero zones.

And then you captivated me as the labour
Of black fields husbandmen for whom the sabre
Had giddily flashed too often.
In balanced piety and hum drum quiet
I prayed O Queen of Heaven after the riot
Where poet-soft fibres toughen.