When I started reading this poem by Percy Bysshe, I immediately thought of “The Alchemist” by Pablo Coelho (might have spelled that wrong). The narrator talks about meeting a traveler in the desert and that is exactly what the Shepard did throughout the story until he fell in love and wanted to stay with her. I like the last couple of words in this poem:
“the lone and level sands stretch far away”
For those of us who have been in the desert, this is probably the most accurate description. The sand goes on for what seems like forever and you never know what you are going to find… maybe antiques?