Laurence Hope, Stars of the Desert — Return!
“ Serene and slender, and more than ivory white; Whose Sphynx-like riddle it never was mine to read, I implore Thee, by all our moments of past delight, Have pity! Take heed! How long, Oh, Lord, this crucifixion of me, Whose whole soul faints for a word,—for a single touch? ”
