Serena R. Karmakar, VIII B
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 stars
Which track her night after night.
Somewhere or other may be far or near;
With just a wall or a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
