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."