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[Page 51]
Oct. 13
I heard it all, I heard the whole
Harmonious hymn of being roll
Up through the chapel of my soul
And at the Altar die,
And in the awful quiet then
Myself I heard, Amen, Amen,
Amen I heard me cry!
I heard it all and then although
I caught my flying senses, Oh
A dizzy man was I!
I stood and stared: the sky was lit
The sky was stars all over it.
I stood I knew not why,
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
"The Bells of Heaven"
'Twould ring the bells of Heaven
The wildest peal for years,
If Parson lost his senses
And people came to theirs,
And he and they together
Knelt down with angry prayers
For tarred and shaggy tigers
And dancing dogs and bears,
And wretched, blind pit ponies,
And little hunted hares.
Fragments.
Reason has moons, but moons not hers
Lie mirror'd on her sea,
Confounding her astronomers
But O! delighting me.
God loves an idle rainbow,
No less than labouring seas.
Babylon – where I go dreaming
When I weary of Today,
Weary of a world grown grey.
Still a few more to read, then I'll use the book as a Christmas card to Mat.
51.
In the afternoon leave to Poys. with Frank. An enjoyable afternoon and the town a pretty little place shining in one or two ugly spaces between quaint houses where bombs or shells have exploded. By the large church more bombs seem to have been dropped than in the other part of the town, and all its windows shew fragments of missing lights.
For supper a little of Malaga, some coffee and shortbread, and back to hut billet.
No mail today.
52. October 14
Posted to Mother a handkerchief and to Mr. Hadley "Martin Hyde" of John Masefield's.
In Poperinghe bought Arthur Ransome's 'Bohemia in London', 1/- - 2.50 F., and saw a rush of 'Colour' – of lovely colour reproductions.