Into the skies, one summer's day, <br />I sent a little Thought away; <br />Up to where, in the blue round, <br />The sun sat shining without sound. <br /> <br />Then my Thought came back to me.— <br />Little Thought, what did you see <br />In the regions whence you come? <br />And when I spoke, my Thought was dumb. <br /> <br />But she breathed of what was there, <br />In the pure bright upper air; <br />And, because my Thought so shone, <br />I knew she had been shone upon. <br /> <br />Next, by night a Thought I sent <br />Up into the firmament; <br />When the eager stars were out, <br />And the still moon shone about. <br /> <br />And my Thought went past the moon <br />In between the stars, but soon <br />Held her breath and durst not stir, <br />For the fear that covered her; <br />Then she thought, in this demur: <br /> <br />'Dare I look beneath the shade, <br />Into where the worlds are made; <br />Where the suns and stars are wrought? <br />Shall I meet another Thought? <br /> <br />'Will that other Thought have wings? <br />Shall I meet strange, heavenly things? <br />Thought of Thoughts, and Light of Lights, <br />Breath of Breaths, and Night of Nights?' <br /> <br />Then my Thought began to hark <br />In the illuminated dark, <br />Till the silence, over, under, <br />Made her heart beat more than thunder. <br /> <br />And my Thought, came trembling back, <br />But with something on her track, <br />And with something at her side; <br />Nor till she has lived and died, <br />Lived and died, and lived again, <br />Will that awful thing seem plain.<br /><br />William Brighty Rands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thought/
