Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Dearth

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates
Dearth

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.