The Angel of The Desert and Other Poems

Now like a Temple in a desert isle, Beauteous and lone in its deep solitude, Fill'd with a sacred presence, did he smile, As one by nought of time to be subdued. And while all meekly by her grave be stood, Whom he alone had loved, his young heart beat With deep emotion; feeling that he should Now seek alone those paths prescribed by fate; The cheerless earth his couch, the honeycomb his meat.