Riley Songs of Home

by James Whitcomb Riley

And much too much of the other.

THE QUEST

I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way,

With eyes as blue as the skies of May,

And a face as fair as the summer dawn?—

You answer back, but I wander on,—

For you say: "Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,

And his face as dim as a rainy day."

Good friends, I query, I search for Love;