The Thought

Thus wrote William Brighty Rands, in his brilliant words -

Into the skies, one summer's day,
I sent a little Thought away;
Up to where, in the blue round
The sun sat shining without sound.

Then my Thought came back to me—
Little Thought, what did you see
In the regions whence you come?
And when I spoke, my Thought was dumb.

But she breathed of what was there,
In the pure bright upper air;
And, because my Thought so shone,
I knew she had been shone upon.