The Thought of You

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    The Thought of You

    When the thought of you arrests my mind
    Breaking all my thoughts and seeming kind
    Moving me to think on nothing else
    Never thinking once about myself
    Such a sweet hope filling every sense
    Intoxicating in its reticence
    Invisible though all these feelings are
    Implacable and slightly so bizarre
    The stolid thought of you that steals my thoughts
    Leaving me upbraided in uncanny knots
    Changing strange the colour in my soul
    Yet of your effect you hardly know
    For how could such as you affect great change
    Monumental in its outlandish range
    When across the windborn sea you sleep
    Daft, unknowing of the charm you reap
    Deep within the heart of one so far away
    Dreams of you by night and thinks by day
    Somehow lost to some unyielding force
    Flying cross the downs on speedy horse
    Leaving off the dream of long ago
    For the new hope that began to grow
    When the milky starlight was aglow
    Haunting me with subtle, silent know
    Never can I fight it when it comes
    The thought of you first sleeps and then it runs
    Never returns to me for all the world
    And never could you know that you’ve entailed
    Such hope on one whose never looked on you
    Has never known you as one ought to do
    But craves to be so close and far at once
    Perplexing me, the thought’s warm radiance
    And feeling love that is not love, how so?
    When of your look and thoughts I do not know
    Nor of the light that plays upon your hair
    Know nothing of your eyes, I would not dare
    Betray outright of how you cause a blush
    To sweep across my face, effect a hush
    That germinates a hope within my heart
    The greatest secret, I will never part
    Betray the silence that my soul endures
    The ebullition that enshrouds and lures
    The fragility that composes me
    When the thought of you has talked to me

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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