Chasing A Scent

Noiselessly along some shore
I chase the scent I need to find;
While gold eternal I ignore,
The ageless waters God designed —

I run and run as darkness drops,
Naught audible but surf and breath;
The chase – it ever-never stops
Not for the living, nor for Death

Because I need, I need to know
The love and safety of that scent:
A mem’ry that I treasure so…
I just can’t reckon
Where
It went

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