THE ANSWERING VOICESOMEWHERE OR OTHER
THE ANSWERING VOICE
Somewhere or other there must surely beThe face not seen, the voice not heard,The heart that not yet—never yet—ah, me!Made answer to my word.Somewhere or other, maybe near or far;Past land and sea, clean out of sight;Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the starThat tracks her night by night.Somewhere or other, maybe far or near;With just a wall, a hedge, between;With just the last leaves of the dying yearFallen on a turf grown green.Christina Rossetti
Somewhere or other there must surely beThe face not seen, the voice not heard,The heart that not yet—never yet—ah, me!Made answer to my word.Somewhere or other, maybe near or far;Past land and sea, clean out of sight;Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the starThat tracks her night by night.Somewhere or other, maybe far or near;With just a wall, a hedge, between;With just the last leaves of the dying yearFallen on a turf grown green.Christina Rossetti
Somewhere or other there must surely beThe face not seen, the voice not heard,The heart that not yet—never yet—ah, me!Made answer to my word.
Somewhere or other there must surely 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, maybe near or far;Past land and sea, clean out of sight;Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the starThat tracks her night by night.
Somewhere or other, maybe 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, maybe far or near;With just a wall, a hedge, between;With just the last leaves of the dying yearFallen on a turf grown green.
Somewhere or other, maybe 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.
Christina Rossetti