Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Man, That Will Not Be Beguiled

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MAN, THAT WILL NOT BE BEGUILED

MAN, that will not be beguiled Like a fond and happy child  From his toil or futile strife, Feels within his bosom burning All the deep, impassioned yearning  Woven in the woof of life. And though far, with weary feet, He may wander, Man shall meet  No content until he come— Soon or late, his fate compelling— To Love's domed and star-lit dwelling,  For he has no other home.