Musing

New thoughts have arrived this morning I opened the door and made them sit And talked to them like guests of esteem Some wished to stay Some hesitated and some did flee The next morning I saw new ones And the next new and new and new…..unceasing They are like days and nights Brighten and darken my days as they like Some blossom and some decay And some flee to moon Those stay with me are transformed into stars Against the starless brief-sky and some unto flowers Against brown and dusty sphere And if God so wish they will outlive me And stay in heaven for ever