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SONNET XXIV
THE MIRAGE-RIVER
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SONNET XXIV
THE MIRAGE-RIVER
Between us after loving faithful years
An ever-widening river seemed to spread;
The grass on either side was dank and dead;
We seemed too far apart even for tears.
Smaller to each, each other's figure grew
And fainter,—till against the sunset red
Gleamed only an expanse of steely blue:—
Where joy had been, waste water stretched instead.
An ever-widening river seemed to spread;
The grass on either side was dank and dead;
We seemed too far apart even for tears.
Smaller to each, each other's figure grew
And fainter,—till against the sunset red
Gleamed only an expanse of steely blue:—
Where joy had been, waste water stretched instead.
But on a sudden lo! a thrush sang out.—
Then we took heart and towards each other came
And lo! the river was a mirage. Flame
Of deep green grass and flowers gleamed all about:
Where ripples desolate had plashed and rolled,
Our hands were powdered with the lilies' gold.
Then we took heart and towards each other came
And lo! the river was a mirage. Flame
Of deep green grass and flowers gleamed all about:
Where ripples desolate had plashed and rolled,
Our hands were powdered with the lilies' gold.
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