V. 2. / 158.) A Vision of Flowers

In a moment of idle mindlessness

I saw a vision of a box of flowers

A square box, wooden, crammed full

With the heads of many bright flowers 

Of different kinds, of different colours;

And . . . I wondered what it meant?

What it was, that I was really seeing?

‘Trophies of Grace: a gathering of,’ the words  

That came to me --- softly --- silently:

The flowers were a visible expression

Of the hid things I had been given to see:

The things which are behind the Light

Seen from the Other Side of the Sea

That only in dying --- are opened out,

That only, not-knowing, are truly known:

The things which are not --- to bring

To nought --- things that are:

The adornment of the Land Beyond

Where no flesh shall glory in the sight

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