I walked many miles
On the flat, barren land;
And green were the isles
In the ocean of sand;
But the isles were illusion
In that infinite tract -
As the heat caused a fusion
Of fiction and fact -
So that when you came
I doubted my eyes
I thought you the same -
The way the land lies;
But, when I left you,
The land itself changed:
I felt I moved to
A garden exchanged;
I walked many miles
On grass and on dew,
Knowing, all the while,
I walked back to you.
On the flat, barren land;
And green were the isles
In the ocean of sand;
But the isles were illusion
In that infinite tract -
As the heat caused a fusion
Of fiction and fact -
So that when you came
I doubted my eyes
I thought you the same -
The way the land lies;
But, when I left you,
The land itself changed:
I felt I moved to
A garden exchanged;
I walked many miles
On grass and on dew,
Knowing, all the while,
I walked back to you.
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