My ev'ry thought and wish was thine; <br /> Alas! thou know'st too well— <br />The ties that bind thy soul and mine, <br /> How lasting need I tell. <br /> <br />Oh! I have lov'd thee tenderly— <br /> Too dearly love thee still! <br />I feel that thought can never die— <br /> That wish no time can kill. <br /> <br />The life that spreads before me now <br /> Is one vast wilderness; <br />No fairy vales the scene can show <br /> That smile to cheer and bless. <br /> <br />All dreary spreads the frowning waste— <br /> A desert, gloomy, bare; <br />The rugged path, when found at last, <br /> Leads on but to despair! <br /> <br />No streams, that cool the parching breeze, <br /> Spring in that desert rude; <br />Save those the fainting Arab sees, <br /> That glitter to delude. <br /> <br />Or if some smiling view display'd <br /> Would tempt my hope again, <br />I know 'tis but an empty shade, <br /> And sigh to feel it vain!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medjnoon-in-his-solitude/
