
To a Lover Longed For
The torrid barrens writhe in solitude
Beneath the vengeful, haughty eye of day,
While ‘round this thwarted, sandy vastitude,
Deluded, dancing devils squirm and play.
A panther black as moonless witching hours
And lonely as the phantom dirge of death
Leaps forth upon the lonely waste and lours,
Its bright red tongue afire with flaming breath.
The desert – O, how it has longed for life!
The panther – O, how harshly it has yearned!
The sands with powerlessness, the cat with strife
The ecstasy of union glad have learned.
If thou and I may likened be to these,
Let us alike that liefest union seize.
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