" 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. "

― Sara Teasdale , The Collected Poems