Heaven Has Different Signs To Me

poem 575

Heaven has different Signs to me Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the World And settles in the Hills An Awe if it should be like that Upon the Ignorance steals The Orchard, when the Sun is on The Triumph of the Birds When they together Victory make Some Carnivals of Clouds The Rapture of a finished Day Returning to the West All these remind us of the place That Men call paradise Itself be fairer we suppose But how Ourself, shall be Adorned, for a Superior Grace Not yet, our eyes can see