Why do you so evade me?

I try to search you out

Yet you play hide-and-seek

Giving me a glimpse only sometimes

But disappearing then

And sometimes

You are never seen at all

But o, how I search

And spend hours so

And use all that time

For naught

And later

When I've ceded my hunting

You appear

Bright and sunny and clear

and though I am happy

What is to become of those wasted days?

Oh, I loathe you

Yet love with a stronger passion

Thy name is epiphany