Where will my thoughts congregate today?
Some shining city from a book?
Maybe a little more out of the way:
A whispering forest, a babbling brook?
Perhaps I’ll find the best of both
And put them in a harbor town,
Or someplace where “doth”
Is daily spoken by the crown.
Or perhaps my thoughts will wander,
And through all these roam;
But above all, I wonder
If they’ll ever find their way home.