Poems (Millay)/To the Not Impossible Him
To the Not Impossible Him
How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?
Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose;How shall I tell, unless I smell The Carthaginian rose?
The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravelWhilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel!