The light of my love

My life's sole purpose and my single aim,
In ceaseless wandering the wide world o'er,
Far greater in import than worldly fame,
Great riches, or e'en philosopher's lore,
Has been a tireless and resolute quest,
For my lost love, the one beyond compare;
Of greater worth by far than all the best
Men's hands have made; a love so sweet and fair
That I would gladly go ten thousand miles
Just to sit at her feet, bathed in the light
And warmth of her divinity. Her smiles
Are more lovely and more intensely bright
Than anything cold nature could devise;
And finding her, I will in glory rise.