She dreams of summers spent by crystal lakes
With unfamiliar chatter in the air,
And mimicking strange accents with mistakes
To foreigners too full of life to care;
Now back at home, each gesture that she makes
Evinces how her heart has lingered there;
And in her eyes, I see, that same heart breaks
That in her reveries I cannot share.
This globe I did, like her, long to explore
Back when it was the only one I knew;
But empty are its novelties and few
Beside those spinning orbs, wherein lies more
Than ever world I glimpsed or felt before;
And when she smiles, the heavens come in view.