The mind, an inveterate traveller
Journeys swiftly and far
Faster than light, quicker than sound
Or the flaming arc of a falling star
But the body remains in a vacuum
Gagged, bound and sick with dread
Knowing the words that can’t be spoken
Searching for words that must be said
Dumb, inarticulate, heartbroken.
Inadequate, inhibited.
From: Coward, Noël, Payn, Graham and Tickner, Martin (eds.) Noël Coward: Collected Verse, Bloomsbury: London, p. 65.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=BIkIBAAAQBAJ)
Date: 1967
By: Noël Peirce Coward (1899-1973)
From Troubles of The World 