“Some days my thoughts are just cocoons -- all cold, and dull, and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine -- such free and flying things! I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.” MindLeftHairColdGoldBlindWingsShiningWoodsFlyingDustBranchesDullGreyMy ThoughtsOf My MindDrippingCocoonsBrushingGold Dust Book:Dreamers on Horseback: (collected Verse) Source: Dreamers on Horseback: (collected Verse)