Poems (Hornblower)/The Desert Flower
THE DESERT FLOWER.
As in the cold and desert sand, The traveller found a single flower,And gathered it with trembling hand, An emblem of some happier hour,
To bloom and die within his heart, In memory of his distant home,And felt the social tear-drop start, Amid the silence and the gloom;—
So, o'er my long and weary way, I see thy smile at distance move;And o'er my saddening spirit play, Thy looks of sympathy and love.
The desert path I long have trod, And thou, the single flower, dost shine,Of all that dark and dreary road, For ever mine, for ever mine!