| Into the skies, one summer's day, | |
| I sent a little Thought away; | |
| Up to where, in the blue round, | |
| The sun sat shining without sound. | |
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| Then my Thought came back to me.— | 5 |
| Little Thought, what did you see | |
| In the regions whence you come? | |
| And when I spoke, my Thought was dumb. | |
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| But she breathed of what was there, | |
| In the pure bright upper air; | 10 |
| And, because my Thought so shone, | |
| I knew she had been shone upon. | |
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| Next, by night a Thought I sent | |
| Up into the firmament; | |
| When the eager stars were out, | 15 |
| And the still moon shone about. | |
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| And my Thought went past the moon | |
| In between the stars, but soon | |
| Held her breath and durst not stir, | |
| For the fear that covered her; | 20 |
| Then she thought, in this demur: | |
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| 'Dare I look beneath the shade, | |
| Into where the worlds are made; | |
| Where the suns and stars are wrought? | |
| Shall I meet another Thought? | 25 |
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| 'Will that other Thought have wings? | |
| Shall I meet strange, heavenly things? | |
| Thought of Thoughts, and Light of Lights, | |
| Breath of Breaths, and Night of Nights?' | |
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| Then my Thought began to hark | 30 |
| In the illuminated dark, | |
| Till the silence, over, under, | |
| Made her heart beat more than thunder. | |
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| And my Thought, came trembling back, | |
| But with something on her track, | 35 |
| And with something at her side; | |
| Nor till she has lived and died, | |
| Lived and died, and lived again, | |
| Will that awful thing seem plain. | |
