Is there nowhere left a spot
Where the thought of you is not?
I have sought it everywhere,
Woods and waters, field and air...
I have tried to think on Heaven,
White-clad angels, souls forgiven—
What are all such holy things?
Only thoughts of you—with wings!
~Margaret Widdemer (1884–1978), "Thought of You," The Factories, With Other Lyrics, 1915