Poems (Nora May French)/Mirage

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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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