A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)


Oh, that my blood were water, thou athirst,

And thou and I in some far Desert land,

How would I shed it gladly, if but first

It touched thy lips, before it reached the sand.

Once,–Ah, the Gods were good to me,–I threw

Myself upon a poison snake, that crept

Where my Beloved–a lesser love we knew

Than this which now consumes me wholly–slept.

But thou; Alas, what can I do for thee?

By Fate, and thine own beauty, set above

The need of all or any aid from me,

Too high for service, as too far for love.

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