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