Author Arthur Edward Waite Ah , sighing grass! Ah, trees that know not rest! All life of earth, pressing to ends afar, Heart's flight of man and hurry of every star—What go ye forth to find? Where ends your quest? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments