What pain for love will not the heart endure! The heaviness that comes of fell despair, The agony of hopes that vain allure, And in the seizing vanish in thin air, Like desert images unto the eyes Of one, who sees a flowering paradise Along a stretch of placid waters cool, Where shades of palm shield off the burning ray, And yielding turfs beside a limpid pool Invite to rest forever and a day— An empty mirage by a barren way. As one all desolate in lonely lands, Cries out and prays with weak uplifted hands, From this sad waste to thee I cry, O Love, and pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |