The Thought::An Exception

A bird in the free air of the sky A ship in the still sea Both ply so fast and soon That in no time they can reach the moon. A bird in the murky sky A ship in the violently raged sea Both turn so slowly That a beetle can creep more swiftly. The thought in happiness Plucks flowers in paradise; The thought in sadness Loops in the cold hands of dead land . The heaven is far, The dead land is far, The thought thus goes far To make happiness better, The sadness, bitter.