If you should walk in the park and not find me, Or go in the market-place and not see me, Would you not search further? Does not your heart tell you I am somewhere? Go out on the long roads---I may be at the end of one.
The sea to the ship, The river to the little boat, The cloud to the swallow--- One for the other, always, And I, for you, forever.
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Waiting
Dorothy Dow
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Graphic - Louis-Leopold Boilly

















