Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Laurence Housman (18661947)286. The Continuing City
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Willed him to be
Not to known ends, but to trust
His decree.
Walled within clay;
Separate hearts of one whole,
Bound we obey.
Could we discern,—
Life had no meaning,—or we
Had not to learn.
Eyesight makes dim!
All life, to age from youth,
Brings us to Him:
Canst not yet know:
Human hearts stand between,
His to foreshow.
That were the key;
He, to Whom hearts are known,
Keeps it from thee.
Thyself the quest;
Plucking the heart to give
From thine own breast.
At kindred calls,
Seest thine own towers arise,
And thine own walls,—
Peopling its waste,
Citadels everywhere
Like stars stand based:
Again to find;
Rendering toward that goal
Thy separate mind.