Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Arthur Edward Waite (18571942)248. A Ladder of Life
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With the under steps in view,
The stairway stands, having earth for base,
But the heavens it passes through.
And the quests, in sleep,
Yet the Word of the King says well,
That the heart of the King is unsearchable.
And far stars shine as they roll;
But, of child or man in the wonderful land,
Is there one who has scaled the whole?
Though His thoughts as yours
Are not, since the first man fell;
For the heart of the King is unsearchable.
Sing, lark, dissolved in the sky!
But no, for it passes beyond the range
Of thy song and thy soaring high.
To our soul within—
God orders His world so well:
Yet the heart of the King is unsearchable.
Thereby do the saints ascend,
And that God’s light shining from God’s own Town
May be seen at the stairway’s end:
May be mixed at will,
The false shew true by a spell,
But the heart of the King is unsearchable.
And the stairway stands by the sea;
About it pulses the world’s great heart
And the heart of yourself and me.
Both in that and this,
And the truth we read in a well;
Since the heart of the King is unsearchable
It is fill’d with our voices loud,
But above these slumbers the silent air
And the hush of a dreaming cloud.
Of that silentness,
Our hearts for the height may swell;
But the heart of the King is unsearchable.
The Cross and the Christ have kiss’d;
We have sworn to achieve our soul’s desire
By mass and evangelist:
I can bring down word,
And you on the fifth may dwell;
Yet the heart of the King is unsearchable.
And ponders the things we love,
It is meet and right we should call to mind
That some must have pass’d above:
Who have pass’d so far,
They have never return’d to tell;
And the heart of the King is unsearchable.
Of the spiral curve and plan;
For stretch as it may through the worlds unseen,
They are ever the worlds of man;
His mind embraces
The way of the stairs as well—
For his heart, like the King’s, is unsearchable.