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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Judgment In Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with his<br>splendid eyes;<br>Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to win to the Father of<br>Paradise,<br>Through the conscious and palpitant grasses * of inter-tangled<br>relucent dyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The angels a-play on its fields of Summer * (their wild wings<br>rustled his guides' cymars)<br>Looked up from disport at the passing comer, * as they pelted each<br>other with handfuls of stars;<br>And the warden-spirits with startled feet rose, * hand on sword, by<br>their tethered cars.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With plumes night-tinctured englobed and cinctured, * of Saints, his<br>guided steps held on<br>To where on the far crystelline pale * of that transtellar Heaven<br>there shone<br>The immutable crocean dawn * effusing from the Father's Throne.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Through the reverberant Eden-ways * the bruit of his great advent<br>driven,<br>Back from the fulgent justle and press * with mighty echoing so was<br>given,<br>As when the surly thunder smites * upon the clanged gates of Heaven.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Over the bickering gonfalons, * far-ranged as for Tartarean wars,<br>Went a waver of ribbed fire *--as night-seas on phosphoric bars<br>Like a flame-plumed fan shake slowly out * their ridgy reach of<br>crumbling stars.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At length to where on His fretted Throne * sat in the heart of His<br>aged dominions<br>The great Triune, and Mary nigh, * lit round with spears of their<br>hauberked minions,<br>The poet drew, in the thunderous blue * involved dread of those<br>mounted pinions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As in a secret and tenebrous cloud * the watcher from the disquiet<br>earth<br>At momentary intervals * beholds from its ragged rifts break forth<br>The flash of a golden perturbation, * the travelling threat of a<br>witched birth;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Till heavily parts a sinister chasm, * a grisly jaw, whose verges<br>soon,<br>Slowly and ominously filled * by the on-coming plenilune,<br>Supportlessly congest with fire, * and suddenly spit forth the<br>moon:-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With beauty, not terror, through tangled error * of night-dipt<br>plumes so burned their charge;<br>Swayed and parted the globing clusters * so,--disclosed from their<br>kindling marge,<br>Roseal-chapleted, splendent-vestured, * the singer there where God's<br>light lay large.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hu, hu! a wonder! a wonder! see, * clasping the singer's glories<br>clings<br>A dingy creature, even to laughter * cloaked and clad in patchwork<br>things,<br>Shrinking close from the unused glows * of the seraphs'<br>versicoloured wings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A rhymer, rhyming a futile rhyme, * he had crept for convoy through<br>Eden-ways<br>Into the shade of the poet's glory, * darkened under his prevalent<br>rays,<br>Fearfully hoping a distant welcome * as a poor kinsman of his lays.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The angels laughed with a lovely scorning: *--'Who has done this<br>sorry deed in<br>The garden of our Father, God? * 'mid his blossoms to sow this weed<br>in?<br>Never our fingers knew this stuff: * not so fashion the looms of<br>Eden!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The singer bowed his brow majestic, * searching that patchwork<br>through and through,<br>Feeling God's lucent gazes traverse * his singing-stoling and spirit<br>too:<br>The hallowed harpers were fain to frown * on the strange thing come<br>'mid their sacred crew,<br>Only the singer that was earth * his fellow-earth and his own self<br>knew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the poet rent off robe and wreath, * so as a sloughing serpent<br>doth,<br>Laid them at the rhymer's feet, * shed down wreath and raiment both,<br>Stood in a dim and shamed stole, * like the tattered wing of a musty<br>moth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Thou gav'st the weed and wreath of song, * the weed and wreath are<br>solely Thine,<br>And this dishonest vesture * is the only vesture that is mine;<br>The life I textured, Thou the song *--MY handicraft is not divine!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He wrested o'er the rhymer's head * that garmenting which wrought<br>him wrong;<br>A flickering tissue argentine * down dripped its shivering silvers<br>long:-<br>'Better thou wov'st thy woof of life * than thou didst weave thy<br>woof of song!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Never a chief in Saintdom was, * but turned him from the Poet then;<br>Never an eye looked mild on him * 'mid all the angel myriads ten,<br>Save sinless Mary, and sinful Mary *--the Mary titled Magdalen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Turn yon robe,' spake Magdalen, * 'of torn bright song, and see and<br>feel.'<br>They turned the raiment, saw and felt * what their turning did<br>reveal -<br>All the inner surface piled * with bloodied hairs, like hairs of<br>steel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Take, I pray, yon chaplet up, * thrown down ruddied from his head.'<br>They took the roseal chaplet up, * and they stood astonished:<br>Every leaf between their fingers, * as they bruised it, burst and<br>bled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'See his torn flesh through those rents; * see the punctures round<br>his hair,<br>As if the chaplet-flowers had driven * deep roots in to nourish<br>there -<br>Lord, who gav'st him robe and wreath, * WHAT was this Thou gav'st<br>for wear?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Fetch forth the Paradisal garb!' * spake the Father, sweet and low;<br>Drew them both by the frightened hand * where Mary's throne made<br>irised bow -<br>'Take, Princess Mary, of thy good grace, * two spirits greater than<br>they know.'</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=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a></strong></div>