For your reading pleasure

The Kingdom of Heaven

Francis Thompson

WORLD invisible, we view thee,

O world intangible, we touch thee,

O world unknowable, we know thee,

Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

 

Does the fish soar to find the ocean,

The eagle plunge to find the air–

That ask of the stars in motion

If they have rumour of thee there? NOt where the wheeling systems darken,

And our benumbed conceiving soars!–

The drift of pinions, would we hearken,

Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.

 

THe angels keep their ancient places;–

Turn but a stone, and start a wing!

‘Tis ye, ’tis your estranged faces,

That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)

Cry;–and upon thy so sore loss

Shall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladder

Pitched betwixted Heaven and Charing Cross. 

 

Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,

Cry,–clinging Heaven by the hems;

And lo, Christ walking on the water

Not of Gennesareth, but Thames!  

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