Lost and found

Posted by Claudia Moser on 10:30 AM in

The third word from our GBE2 experience. So far I had my share of expectations and posted with success all the nominated words, but this one was hard. I read Elizabeth's post last night, and I was lying in bed thinking and wondering what could I gather under this title. I was never lost, I did find so many interesting things in my life (mostly books!) and then (as chance has it) I remembered how I found a wonderful book at an antique shop, Alice in Wonderland. It was lying under piles of old dusty covers and when I had in my hands, I knew I have to have it. It is somewhere back at my mother's place and now I know I will have to bring it back to Germany, to join our wonderful library.

And from Lewis Caroll I landed to George Mac Donald, one of his mentors, who wrote an amazing poem about lost and found. And here it is:

I missed him when the sun began to bend;
I found him not when I had lost his rim;
With many tears I went in search of him,
Climbing high mountains which did still ascend,
And gave me echoes when I called my friend;
Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim,
And high cathedrals where the light was dim,
Through books and arts and works without an end,
But found him not--the friend whom I had lost.
And yet I found him--as I found the lark,
A sound in fields I heard but could not mark;
I found him nearest when I missed him most;
I found him in my heart, a life in frost,
A light I knew not till my soul was dark.

For those who would like to find more about this Scottish author, I could recommend this entry.

What I know for sure is that I will never be such a great poet and I do hope that you will enjoy his words.

Lost and found ...



Enjoy is an understatement...image of the "virgins with the lamps" came to me while reading this poem. When one searches. refueling oil emerges.

awesome ... oh and take a pic of that Alice in Wonderland book..can't wait to SEE IT!

@Brenda - happy you did! I will post a picture once the book is back into my possesion!

What a wonderful poem and how fantastic to have found that copy of Alice in Wonderland! I love books, I always really get lost in them and everything else goes on standby! Oh, before I forget, I've got a (very old!)maxi dress that I'll be wearing to the wedding - which reminds me, I had better try it on!!

@Gawgus - I want to see the dress :-) colour?

Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.


@Joyce - glad you liked it!

Great poem...I enjoyed that a lot :)

I love books myself. How wonderful that you have a copy of that book!!

Cheers, Jenn

@Jenn - it is indeed a great book!

Anonymous says:

"...I found him in my heart, a life in frost,
A light I knew not till my soul was dark."

I just love that!

What a wonderful poem! Thanks so much for sharing this!

@Beth - I am happy you liked ít!
@Marian - gladly :-)

I loved that poem!


What a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.

Thanks for sharing this lovely poem! How exciting to find that copy of "Alice in Wonderland"! Treasures can be found everywhere and are even more precious to the eyes of the beholder who finds worth in it!!


@Kate - I'm glad you do!
@Sunshine - you're welcome!
@Kathy - so true!

'I found him nearest when I missed him most;' - That is so true and one of my favourite lines from all the blog posts I have read so far on this topic. I also agree with Brenda...photo of the Alice book please :)) *hugs*

@Gil - I'm happy ou liked the poem, it is one which stayed in my mind for such a long time. As for the book I promise I will post a picture once the book will be back into my possesion!

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!


@Julie - glad you liked it!

Anonymous says:

This is a very lovely poem. You must retrieve that book for yourself!

@Beachlover - thank you, I appreciate your comment!

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