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Return to the Desert
Running, I come, as fire to fire returning
To you, flame-world, unflecked by any tree
Between whose upper and whose nether burning
Creeps in no pale ambiguous greenery.
Slake thirst with fire, roll back the illusive mountain
That beckons beyond pain; make me confess
The shining waters of love's very fountain
Are but mirages born of separateness.
Deeper this need, this hunger fierce and clean
Recovering your white country as a tide
Homing to shore - not elsewhere do the wide
Earth-prospect and that country never seen
Appear so presently, so wholly, one,
And death but shadow between sun and sun.
Charlotte Kellogg
"LONG LIVE THE WEEDS"
Hopkins