all was as it has ever been

All was as it had ever been -
The worn familiar book
The oak behind the hawthorn seen,
The misty woodland look:
The starling perched upon the tree
With his long tress of straw -
When suddenly heaven blazed on me
And suddenly I saw:
Saw all as it would ever be,
In bliss too great to tell;
For ever safe, for ever free,
All bright with miracle

Ruth Pitter

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