Thoughts

[Hurriah]

These thoughts of mine
Oh! would they were away
Thoughts that have progress
Give me stay
And eagerness for life ;
But these dead thoughts

Hang like burned forests
By a northern lake
Whose waters take
The bone-grey skeletons
And mirror the grey bones
Both dead , the trees and the reflections

Compare these thoughts
To anything that nothing tells ,
To toads alive for centuries in stone cells
To styleless dial on a fiery lawn ,
To the trapped bride within the oaken chest ,
Or to the dull intolerable bells
That beat the dawn
And will not let us rest!