Verse > Anthologies > The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse > 346. Preface to ‘Fate in Arcadia’
Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
346. Preface to ‘Fate in Arcadia’
By Edwin J. Ellis
HERE kneels my word, that may not say
  Even to the inward ear of night
More than the laughter of the day
  Or the soft weeping of twilight.
No waking hours, no sleep shall find        5
  The world’s continual dream revealed.
The Living Word is silent mind,
  And every book is closed and sealed.
Our Mother Earth for daily things
  Has given the daily mother-tongue;       10
But the mute wonder that she brings,
  All lips have kissed; no voice has sung.
And even now the usual word
  Spread like an empty couch and cold
Measures the sound our fathers heard,       15
  But holds no more the hint untold.
For He is risen whom we seek:
  The linen clothes without the form
Are folded, lest too clear they speak
  The Divine Body, buried warm.       20
Then every song is free from blame,
  Though silence veil her inmost part
Like the dark centre of the flame,
  Or the hot patience of the heart.



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