At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen --
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.
At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen --
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.
Alien, though adjoining
As a Foreign Race --
Traversed she though pausing
Latitudeless Place.
My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.
Will there really be a morningIs there such a thing as day...Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the place called morning lies
Is Heaven a Place -- a Sky -- a Tree?
Where tired Children placid sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place is Bliss -- this town is Heaven --
Please, Pater, pretty soon!
They perished in the Seamless Grass --
No eye could find the place --
But God can summon every face
Of his Repealless -- List.
And Birds take places, overhead,
To bear them Orchestra.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted One need not be a house The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories