To the Not Impossible Him
Howshall I know, unless I goTo Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spotIs blest in every way?Now it may be, the flower for meIs this beneath my nose;How shall I tell, unless I smellThe Carthaginian rose?The fabric of my faithful loveNo power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,If I should ever travel!
Howshall I know, unless I goTo Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spotIs blest in every way?Now it may be, the flower for meIs this beneath my nose;How shall I tell, unless I smellThe Carthaginian rose?The fabric of my faithful loveNo power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,If I should ever travel!
Howshall I know, unless I goTo Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spotIs blest in every way?
Now it may be, the flower for meIs this beneath my nose;How shall I tell, unless I smellThe Carthaginian rose?
The fabric of my faithful loveNo power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,If I should ever travel!