A man who thirsts cannot expectnTo find a well and drink till quenchednFor tragic spans may take his breathnBefore he reaches journey's endnnBut in his heart he always knewnThat somewhere waters restnnA lover's heart may not supposenThat he will win the one he chosenFor earnest heart and token's rosenMay never stir her love to grownnBut unrequited hearts believenThat love will find them yetnnWell worlds that I have never seennStill call to me and haunt my dreamsnAnd quiet things still stir beliefnThat you, alone, are home for mennSo I may never see your shoresnBut such a place exists