Life from sunned peak, witched wood, and flowery dell
A hundred ways the eager spirit wooes,
To roam, to dream, to conquer, to rebel;
Yet in its ear, ever a voice cries, Choose!
So many ways, yet only one shall find;
So many joys, yet only one shall bless;
So many creeds, yet for each pilgrim mind
One road to the divine forgetfulness.
Tongues talk of truth, but truth is only there
Where the heart runs to be outpoured utterly,
A stream whose motion is its home,—to dare
Follow one faith and in that faith be free.
O Love, since I have found one truth so true,
I would lose all, to lose my loss in you.
LAURENCE BINYON.
MLA citation:
Binyon, Laurence. “The Clue.” The Venture: an Annual of Art and Literature, vol. 1, 1903, p. 158. Venture Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021, https://1890s.ca/vv1-binyon-clue