In the Green Land

 Could we unmake the drought of time,
Then once more, in the sunlight, would I stand,
Where umber mountain dryness walls the plain,
When rain at last has washed the earth, and walk
The too-late desert draped in April green.

If deserts bloomed again in memory,
Then in the springtime might I not regret
The loss of beauty when the last hope died,
Remember what was lost, so call it done,
And, knowing exile ended, weep at last.

But the lights in the valley call me home,
Where the lotus blossoms beside my door,
In the green land, where I have found a place.
There I will travel, when the evening comes,
That I may rest again, in dreamless peace.

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