Musing

Seeing again the various places,
Picturing the different faces;
Calling up the pleasant scenes;
What is this – Tell what it means!
Thought! – O wondrous thought!

Hearing voices soft and low,
Hearing music solemn, slow;
Harking to Spring’s witching call,
Listening to the sob of Fall,
Thought – O wondrous thought!

Feeling even the slightest thing;
How the taunts and chidings cling!
Feeling peace all long to feel,
Feeling bliss that love reveals.
Thought! – O wondrous thought!

What is this thought – mysterious thing?
It holds us in a magic ring.
Its subtle power; – what savant knows;
Where it comes from; – where it goes?
Thought! – O wondrous thought!