Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger, the thought of you Comes to destroy me; once more I renew Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found Long since to be but just one other mound Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew. And once again, and wiser in no wise, I chase your colored phantom on the air, And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise And stumble pitifully on to where, Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes, Once more I clasp, -- and there is nothing there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS |