I was at my grandmother's place on the weekend, and borrowed some of her books, including an anthology called "The book of Joy". Yup, the title did indeed catch my attention, so I have been skimming it.
One poem that stood out is the following by Christina Rosetti, called "Waiting"
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart tht not yet- never yet- ah me!
Made answer to my word:
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight:
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night:
Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fall'n on a turf grown green.
Christina Rossetti
The Prince's Progress, 1866
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