Where my heart is ( wherever that may be )
Might I but follow!
If you fly thither over heath and lea,
O honey-seeking bee,
O careless swallow,
Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me.
Alas! that we must dwell, my heart and I,
So far asunder.
Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by;
I watch with wistful eye,
I wait and wonder:
When will that day draw nigh — that hour draw nigh?
Not yesterday, and not, I think, to-day;
Perhaps to-morrow.
Day after day‘ to-morrow’ thus I say:
I watched so yesterday
In hope and sorrow,
Again to-day I watch the accustomed way.