HARPS IN HEAVEN

I will bring you great harps in Heaven,Made of giant shellsFrom the jasper sea.With a thousand burnt up years behind,What then of the gulf from you to me?It will be but the width of a thread,Or the narrowest leaf of our sheltering tree.You dare not refuse my harps in Heaven.Or angels will mock you, and turn away.Or with angel wit,Will praise your eyes,And your pure Greek lips, and bid you play,And sing of the love from them to you,And then of my poor flaming heartIn the far off earth, when the years were new.I will bring you such harps in HeavenThat they will shake at your touch and breath,Whose threads are rainbows,Seventy times seven,Whose voice is life, and silence death.

I will bring you great harps in Heaven,

Made of giant shells

From the jasper sea.

With a thousand burnt up years behind,

What then of the gulf from you to me?

It will be but the width of a thread,

Or the narrowest leaf of our sheltering tree.

You dare not refuse my harps in Heaven.Or angels will mock you, and turn away.Or with angel wit,Will praise your eyes,And your pure Greek lips, and bid you play,And sing of the love from them to you,And then of my poor flaming heartIn the far off earth, when the years were new.

You dare not refuse my harps in Heaven.

Or angels will mock you, and turn away.

Or with angel wit,

Will praise your eyes,

And your pure Greek lips, and bid you play,

And sing of the love from them to you,

And then of my poor flaming heart

In the far off earth, when the years were new.

I will bring you such harps in HeavenThat they will shake at your touch and breath,Whose threads are rainbows,Seventy times seven,Whose voice is life, and silence death.

I will bring you such harps in Heaven

That they will shake at your touch and breath,

Whose threads are rainbows,

Seventy times seven,

Whose voice is life, and silence death.

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