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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,<br>Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)<br>Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,<br>Each secret fishy hope or fear.<br>Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;<br>But is there anything Beyond?<br>This life cannot be All, they swear,<br>For how unpleasant, if it were!<br>One may not doubt that, somehow, Good<br>Shall come of Water and of Mud;<br>And, sure, the reverent eye must see<br>A Purpose in Liquidity.<br>We darkly know, by Faith we cry,<br>The future is not Wholly Dry.<br>Mud unto mud! - Death eddies near -<br>Not here the appointed End, not here!<br>But somewhere, beyond Space and Time.<br>Is wetter water, slimier slime!<br>And there (they trust) there swimmeth One<br>Who swam ere rivers were begun,<br>Immense, of fishy form and mind,<br>Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;<br>And under that Almighty Fin,<br>The littlest fish may enter in.<br>Oh! never fly conceals a hook,<br>Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,<br>But more than mundane weeds are there,<br>And mud, celestially fair;<br>Fat caterpillars drift around,<br>And Paradisal grubs are found;<br>Unfading moths, immortal flies,<br>And the worm that never dies.<br>And in that Heaven of all their wish,<br>There shall be no more land, say fish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a></strong></div>