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." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER |