fredag 30. mars 2012

Somewhere or Other there must surly be the face not seen, the voice not heard...


The heart that not yet - never yet - ah me !
Made answer to my word.



Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.


Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.


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