II
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, 20 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: 30 I watched so yesterday In hope and sorrow, Again to-day I watch the accustomed way.