AS I came on from Santa Fe, The desert road by night and day, The desert wilds ran far and free Beneath the wind of desert sea. But -- ah! my heart! -- to know again The scent of rain, the scent of rain! In fancy I would scale the air Beyond those yellow mountains bare, And so with dizzy bird survey A thousand miles of shining day. And I would glean the gold of sun And mark his curving glory run Its fiery course, and, eager turn My cheek and pallid brow to burn. But -- oh! my heart! -- to feel again The wet of rain, the wet of rain! And wakeful all the night I'd lie Watching the dark infinity, Counting the stars that wheel and spin, Drinking the frosty aether in; And I would hear the desert song That silence sings the whole night long, And day by day the whisper pass Of parching heat through desert grass. But -- Oh! my heart! -- to hear again The drip of rain, the drip of rain! When I rode on from Santa Fe, That desert road by night and day, There came at last a little sigh, A puff of white across the sky. Then -- ah! my heart! -- I knew again The scent of rain, the scent of rain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |