Heaven - Rupert Brooke

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Tim Graham - Pop

Heaven - Rupert Brooke

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Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear Each secret fishy hope or fear Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond? This life cannot be All, they swear For how unpleasant, if it were! One may not doubt that, somehow, Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And, sure, the reverent eye must see A Purpose in Liquidity We darkly know, by Faith we cry The future is not Wholly Dry Mud unto mud! — Death eddies near — Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time Is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth One Who swam ere rivers were begun Immense, of fishy form and mind Squamous, omnipotent, and kind; And under that Almighty Fin The littlest fish may enter in Oh! never fly conceals a hook Fish say, in the Eternal Brook But more than mundane weeds are there And mud, celestially fair; Fat caterpillars drift around And Paradisal grubs are found; Unfading moths, immortal flies And the worm that never dies And in that Heaven of all their wish There shall be no more land, say fish

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  • Rupert Brooke