Sweden's Laureate: Selected Poems of Verner von Heidenstam/The Dove of Thought
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THE DOVE OF THOUGHT.
Lone the dove of thought goes laggingThrough the storm, with pinions draggingO'er an autumn lake the while.Earth 's aflame, the heart 's a-fever.Seek, my dove,—alas! thou neverComest to Oblivion's isle.
Hapless dove, shall one brief minute,Flaming, fright thee to a swoon?Sleep thou on my hand. Full soon,Hushed and hurt, thou'lt lie within it.