April, 1884.
“Mirage.”
General Gordon.... “What is it that I seem to see
Across the sand waste? Is it the quick gleam
Of English steel, or but a desert-dream?
Help—or that last illusion of distress,
The mocking Mirage of the wilderness?”
April, 1884.
“Mirage.”
General Gordon.... “What is it that I seem to see
Across the sand waste? Is it the quick gleam
Of English steel, or but a desert-dream?
Help—or that last illusion of distress,
The mocking Mirage of the wilderness?”