Thought Flights

When there flashes upon me the thought of a
friend.
May it be that that friend thinks of me ?
That our minds, reaching forth, find each other
and blend,
Through a gift telepathic and free?

May it be that my mind is every day sought
By the minds of my friends, far and near ?
May it be that my thought also stirs them to
thought.
In its wanderings over the sphere?

Do you tell me my thought is all "in my mind"?
But why must it be so, I pray ?
Or, where shall you look. I beg you, to find
The mind, with its magical sway

Does the cranium hold the mind in its cell,
All sealed from space and the light
Is the mind like a clam, cooped up in a shell ?
Or a watch, all cased in tight?

The seeming, I know, may not be the true,
But, in seeming, my mind journeys far,-
Flies over the earth, and pierces the blue,
And easily mounts to a star.

And perhaps it encounters the minds of my
friends,
(As the birds meet and greet when they fly,)
With which, in the meeting, it mingles and
blends,
As it travels the earth and the sky.

^___John Edward Everett

Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ^___. 1912)
Pages 29-30