Poems (Millay)/To the Not Impossible Him

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 ravel
Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,
 If I should ever travel!