How shall I know, unless I go <br />To Cairo and Cathay, <br />Whether or not this blessed spot <br />Is blest in every way? <br /> <br />Now it may be, the flower for me <br />Is this beneath my nose: <br />How shall I tell, unless I smell <br />The Carthaginian rose? <br /> <br />The fabric of my faithful love <br />No power shall dim or ravel <br />Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear, <br />If I should ever travel!<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-not-impossible-him/
