Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about—
Wall within wall to shut fear out
But Thought has need of no such things
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings

On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace
And such is Love and glad to be
But Thought has shaken his ankles free

Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night
Till day makes him retrace his flight
With smell of burning on every plume
Back past the sun to an earthly room

His gains in heaven are what they are
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star