To the Not Impossible Him

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

How shall I know, unless I go
   To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
   Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me
   Is this beneath my nose;
How shall I tell, unless I smell
   The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love
   No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,
   If I should ever travel!

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