Christina Rossetti
Somewhere or Other
Somewhere or other there must surely be
         The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that 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
         Fallen on a turf grown green.