Sunday, November 13, 2022

A Thought

Came a little lonely thought;

Straight toward my heart ‘t was flying.

Out I reached — ‘t would not be caught;

I could hear it sighing.

Whither bound I cannot say —

Than thought there ‘s nothing fleeter —

But I know, lodge where it may,

Only love is sweeter.

by John Vance Cheney

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