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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Heaven 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 ... More

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Heaven 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. DOUBTS When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves her lying, still and fair, Waiting, empty, laid aside, Like a dress upon a chair. . . . This I know, and yet I know Doubts that will not be denied. For if the soul be not in place, What has laid trouble in her face ? And, sits there nothing ware and wise Behind the curtains of her eyes, What is it, in the self's eclipse, Shadows, soft and passingly, About the corners of her lips, The smile that is essential she ? And if the spirit be not there, Why is fragrance in the hair ...

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