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Jackson, Helen Hunt
I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens, —
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift, —
And cried: “O God, where art Thou? I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift.”
I was so dead I wondered at no thing, —
No even hat the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);
Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror seized my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):
“No more in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden from each human soul to lift.”
Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).
That they are brown, no man will dare to say
He knows. And yet I think that no man’s look
Ever those depths of light and shade forsook,
Until their gentle pain warned him away.
Of all sweet things I know but one which may
Be likened to her eyes. —
When, in deep nook
Of some green field, the water of a brook
Makes lingering, whirling eddy in its way,
Round soft drowned leaves; and in a flash of sun
They turn to gold, until the ripples run
Now brown, now yellow, changing as by some
Swift spell. —
I know not with what body come
The saints. But this I know, my Paradise
Will mean the resurrection of her eyes.
Jackson, Helen Hunt.
Sonnets and Lyrics.
Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1892.
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Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1897.
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Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1887.
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