[BNP/E3, 31A – 74-74a]
[74av]
Summerland
p.80-82
One day, time having ceased,
Our lives shall meet again
From place and name released
Only that shall remain
Of each of us that may
Seem proper[1] in that Day.
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There we will newly love,
Wondering at the old mood
We tried love{…} to produce,
When pain and solitude
Were what each soul had got
For its contingent lot.
___
Now, heaven being between us
And touch a real thing
The garments luminous
Of our real lives will bring
God into our love like breath.
Nowhere there will be death.
___
The need to suffer and sigh,
The inevitable cares,
The awaiting and the cry
That goes from {…} to tears -
These have no need to be
In love's eternity.
[74v]
The hours shall make our love
Grow younger, not more old,
Some trick of time shall move
Wont even to truer gold,
Regret shall not be aught
Possible there to thought.
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That region light‑suspended
Under truer blue skies
Shall let our souls feel blended
Yet be real unities,
Nought shall have power to fret
Our hearts to {…} of it.
___
A golden land where God
Stayed a Day of His Time,
Not as the world, where not
A moment did he abide,
A Summerland of kisses
Tropic of tendernesses…
___
My heart that thinks of this
Pines, for it is nowhere.
And she that meets my bliss
{…} why love {…} there
She is unreal as all
That to this verse I call
[74ar]
3
Yet who knows? Perhaps this
Is not wishing but seeing,
Perhaps this love, this bliss,
This {…}
Is some reality
Through fancy seen by me
___
Perhaps it lieth (its spell)
Somewhere and can be found…
What is impossible?
Where is God's {…} and bound?
Why if I dream this, may
Not this be mine one day?
___
Who knows what our dreams are?
Who but God gives and makes?
Perhaps life doth but mar
The immediate truth that takes
Its beauty from being dreamed…
Nothing hath e’er but seemed.
___
Somewhere where God is nearer
These things are even now true.
Oh, let me be no fearer
That this may not be so.
All is more great than that
Small glimpse of it we get.
[74r]
4
Mine eyes with joy are wild
Because I have these thoughts…
They have no power to cloy
Because God ever allots
To each high thing the power
To have no place nor hour.
___
My flower garden is
Full of new flowers now…
My lips are kissed by bliss
Because I know not how…
My heart fails and I swim
Within a luminous rim.
___
A halo of hope comes round
My soul. I am that child
That cries: Lo I have found
This flower strange and wild.
God is the flower I have…
It grew on my {…} ‘s grave.
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A trembling sense of being
More than my flesh can hold,
A bird of feeling seeing
The great, earth‑hidden gold
Of the approaching dawn…
A breath, a light, a {…}
(a)
A presence interwoven
With rays of other light,
A spell, a power untroven
Of my {…} delight…
I faint, I fade, I seem
Myself to be my dream.
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(b)
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And if this be not so,
Oh, God, make it now be!
Let me not find more woe
Because I so dreamed thee!
Let aught for which I pine
Merit the |grace|[2] divine…
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not
|’Tis beach in my surrender…
Capes jut out of my hopes…
With my heart’s rest tender
My sorrow {…} and copes.|
[1] proper /natural\
[2] |grace|/mood\
