A man who thirsts cannot expect
To find a well and drink till quenched
For tragic spans may take his breath

Before he reaches journey's end

But in his heart he always knew

That somewhere waters rest

A lover's heart may not suppose

That he will win the one he chose
For earnest heart and token's rose
May never stir her love to grow


But unrequited hearts believe
That love will find them yet


Well worlds that I have never seen
Still call to me and haunt my dreams

And quiet things still stir belief
That you, alone, are home for me


So I may never see your shores
But such a place exists