A Thought

Came a little lonely thought;
Straight toward my heart 't was flying.
Out I reached — 't would not be caught;
I could hear it sighing.

Whither bound I cannot say —
Than thought there 's nothing fleeter —
But I know, lodge where it may,
Only love is sweeter.
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