A Thought

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

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.





Last updated January 14, 2019