Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 113

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CXIII
Thee have I sought, divine Humility,
 Within, without!
And Science did I take as guide to thee;
 She showed me Doubt.

Then did I turn to Art: "Be thou my friend,
 My pride destroy."
She sang of Glory that should never end
 And taught me Joy.

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"Nature, be thou my monitress!" I cried
 In accents clear.
She shook the very base of human pride,
 And whispered, Fear."

Lastly of Love did I beseech this grace,
 To come to thee;
Love turned on me a dark and dreadful face,
 'Twas Jealousy.

My faith had gone, my hope was well-nigh dead,
 My strength to seek;
Last came a memory. "Learn of Me," it said,
 "For I am meek."

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