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Title: The Footstep In The Desert
Author: Hamlin Garland [
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A man put love forth from his heart,
And rode across the desert far away.
"Woman shall have no place nor part
In my lone life," men heard him say.
He rode right on. The level rim
Of the barren plain grew low and wide;
It seemed to taunt and beckon him,
To ride right on and fiercely ride.
One day he rode a well-worn path,
And lo! even in that far land
He saw (and cursed in gusty wrath)
A woman's footprint in the sand.
Sharply he drew the swinging rein,
And hanging from his saddle bow
Gazed long and silently--cursed again,
Then turned as if to go.
"For love will seize you at the end,
Fear loneliness--fear sickness, too,
For they will teach you wisdom, friend."
Yet he rode on as madmen do.
He built a cabin by a sounding stream,
He digged in canyons dark and deep,
And ever the waters caused a dream
And the face of woman broke his sleep.
It was a slender little mark,
And the man had lived alone so long
Within the canyon's noise and dark,
The footprint moved him like a song.
It spoke to him of women in the East,
Of girls in silken robes, with shining hair,
And talked of those who sat at feast,
While sweet-eyed laughter filled the air.
And more. A hundred visions rose,
He saw his mother's knotted hands
Ply round thick-knitted homely hose,
Her thoughts with him in desert lands.
A smiling wife, in bib and cap,
Moved busily from chair to chair,
Or sat with apples in her lap,
Content with sweet domestic care.
_All these his curse had put away,_
_All these were his no more to hold;_
_He had his canyon cold and gray,_
_He had his little heaps of gold._
[The end]
Hamlin Garland's poem: The Footstep In The Desert
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