Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Dearth

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DEARTH

AS one who faring o'er a desert plain  Sees fountains clear in the mirage arise,  And, parchèd, longs the nectar sweet to gain  Which still before him flies—  So, wistfully, half doubting, half-believing,  Scornful of hope—yet hopeful, self-deceiving,  I thirst for love, which wastes before my eyes.