There
There, in that other world, what waits for me?
What shall I find after that other birth?
No stormy, tossing, foaming, smiling sea,
But a new earth.
No sun to mark the changing of the days,
No slow, soft falling of the alternate night,
No moon, no star, no light upon my ways,
Only the Light.
No grey cathedral, wide and wondrous fair,
That I may tread, where all my fathers trod.
Nay, nay, my soul, no house of God is there,
But only God.
Mary Coleridge 1861-1907
Mary Coleridge is a very interesting person, perhaps not as well known as she should be. Known for “the rare gift of being in love with the moment” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/mary-elizabeth-coleridge
Photo See page for author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
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