Author Georgia Douglas Johnson There are highways in the soul, Heights like pyramids that rise Far beyond earth-veiled eyes, Sweeping through the barless skies O'er the line where daylight dies ā There are highways in the soul! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments