Will you, sometime, who have sought so long and seek
Still in the slowly darkening hunting ground,
Catch sight some ordinary month or week
Of that strange quarry you scarcely thought you sought —
Yourself, the gatherer gathered, the finder found,
The buyer, who would buy all, in bounty bought —
And perch in pride on the princely hand, at home,
And there, the long hunt over, rest and roam?
Edwin Muir, The Narrow Place (1943)
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