Poems (Jordan)/A Precious Thought

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A PRECIOUS THOUGHT
I have a thought but cannot give it speech; 'Tis like material with which to makeAn instrument of song, and, though I reach The meaning buried there, I cannot breakIts attitude of silence with a word,And so it lies—unspoken and unheard.
'Tis like a flower growing in the gloom, Which eagerly I search but cannot find;—But I may freely breathe the sweet perfume, And let its fragrance penetrate my mind;—It may be but the promise of a thoughtBy some inviting white-winged angel brought,
Lest I be too content with lower things, And I, in groping for expression, mayUnconsciously be spreading out my wings For flight unto yon Heaven's mount, away.For back of all Earth's longings, doth appearThe Satisfactions thus reflected here.
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