  I SEE upon the desert’s yellow rim, Beyond the trodden sand and herbage white Of level noon intolerably bright, A purple lure of love divine and dim. I hasten toward the fronded palm trees slim— The fountains of the city of delight— And stand bewildered to my heart’s despite In empty plains where hot horizons swim. Will I who love the vision gain at last For very love of love the city’s gates? I, weary, desert-wandering, knowing this: That waiting me the golden doors are fast, And fathom-deep in dream the Princess waits, Her curving mouth uplifted for the kiss. |
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