By. Walter De La Mare

Could you tell me the way to Somewhere-

Somewhere, Somewhere,

I have heard of a place called Somewhere-

But know not where it can be.

I’s makes no difference,

whether or not

I go in dreams

Or trudge on foot:

Would you tell me the way to Somewhere,

The Somewhere meant for me.

There is a little old house in Somewhere,

Somewhere, Sonewhere,

A queer little house, with a Cat and a Mouse-

Just room enough for three.

A kitchen, a larder,

A bin for bread,

A string of candles,

Or stars instead,

A table, a chair,

And a four-post bed-

There’s room for us all in Somewhere,

For the Cat and the Mouse and me.

Puss is called skimme in Somewhere,

In Somewhere, Somewhere;


Miss Mouse in scarcely

One inch tall.

So she never needed

A name at all;

There squeaks no answer,

Great or small-

Though her tail is a sight times longer

than this is likely to be:


I want to be off to Somewhere,

To far, lone, lovely Somewhere be.

No matter where Somewhere be.

It makes no difference

Whether or not

I go in dreams

Or trudge on foot,

Or this time to-morrow

How far I’ve got,

Summer or Winter,

Cold, or When,

Or Why, or What-

Please, tell me the way to Somewhere;

The Somewhere meant for me.

@ a well- loved English poet

my fav poem. just it.

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