A man who thirsts cannot expect   To find a well and drink till quenched   For tragic spans may take his breath   Before he reaches journey's end      But in his heart he always knew   That somewhere waters rest      A lover's heart may not suppose   That he will win the one he chose   For earnest heart and token's rose   May never stir her love to grow      But unrequited hearts believe   That love will find them yet      Well worlds that I have never seen   Still call to me and haunt my dreams   And quiet things still stir belief   That you, alone, are home for me      So I may never see your shores   But such a place exists