True poetry is overflow,— The outlet where the soul, When bounds no longer can restrain, Escapes the mind's control; Subconscious thoughts that pass beyond The limits that confine, Expressed in words with mystic charm That doth the heart entwine. 'Tis the expression of the soul In words with music sweet That vibrate chords within the heart Until our spirits meet; 'Tis symphonies that rise to heights Where earth with Heaven blends, With passing touch of Angel's wing As soul the mind transcends. |