Sudden Heaven
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The worn familiar book,
The oak beyond the hawthorn seen,
The misty woodland’s look:
The starling perched upon the tree
With his long tress of straw—
When suddenly heaven blazed on me,
And suddenly I saw:
Saw all as it would ever be,
In bliss too great to tell;
For ever safe, for ever free,
All bright with miracle:
Saw as in heaven the thorn arrayed,
The tree beside the door;
And I must die—but O my shade
Shall dwell there evermore.
~Ruth Pitter
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