Day and Night

By Sara Teasdale

In Warsaw in Poland

Half the world away,

The one I love best of all

Thought of me to-day;

I know, for I went

Winged as a bird,

In the wide flowing wind

His own voice I heard;

His arms were round me

In a ferny place,

I looked in the pool

And there was his face —

But now it is night

And the cold stars say:

“Warsaw in Poland

Is half the world away.”