Love’s Mirage

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   Midway upon the route, he paused athirst
      And suddenly across the wastes of heat,
      He saw cool waters gleaming, and a sweet
   Green oasis upon his vision burst.
   A tender dream, long in his bosom nursed,
      Spread love’s illusive verdure for his feet;
      The barren sands changed into golden wheat;
   The way grew glad that late had seemed accursed.

   She shone, the woman wonder, on his soul;
      The garden spot, for which men toil and wait;
         The house of rest, that is each heart’s demand;
   But when, at last, he reached the gleaming goal,
      He found, oh, cruel irony of fate,
         But desert sun upon the desert sand.

 

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