The Mystic

People say to me,
‘A Penny for your thought!’
And I can’t remember thinking;
And I should think I ought.
I wasn’t sleeping, either:
I know that, because
I saw things out of both my eyes.
I wonder where I was.

Now I’m back, I see them
Sitting all around;
And the noise together
Makes a purring sound.
But I know something more
Than just awhile ago.
I know something more!—
I wonder what I know.