| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Oasis | | By Héloïse Durant |
| | | AS wearied traveler o’er the burning sands | |
| Sees distant haven in a speck of green, | |
| Knowing what cooling springs those branches screen, | |
| Hastes laggard feet until he gladly stands | |
| Within the palm’s sweet shade, while eager hands | 5 |
| Seek welcome streams, amid the restful scene | |
| His drooping heart revives. (What if between | |
| This spot and home lie tracks of desert lands? | |
| The present joy is his to take and keep.) | |
| So in our wandering o’er the sands of Time, | 10 |
| When wearied, sick at heart, we blindly weep, | |
| A tender word, a smile, sweet strain, pure rhyme, | |
| Will give us blessed rest awhile, and let | |
| Our souls for once their bitterness forget. | | | | |
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