Three Thoughts of My Heart

As I was straying by the forest brook

I heard my heart speak to me:

Listen; said my heart,

I have three thoughts for you . . .

a thought of clouds,

A thought of birds,

A thought of flowers.

I sat upon a cushion of moss,

Listening,

Where the light played, and the green shadows:

What would you do . . . I asked my heart . . .

If you were a floating ship of the sky . . .

If you were a peering bird . . .

If you were a wild geranium?

And my heart made answer:

That is what I wonder and wonder!

After all it is life I love,

After all I am a living thing,

After all I am the heart of you . . .

I am content!