To sit and look at light-filled leaves
May let us see, or seem to see,
Far backward as through clearer eyes
To what unsighted hope believes:
The blessed conviviality
That sand Creation’s seventh sunrise,
Time when the Maker’s radiant sight
Made radiant every thing He saw
And every thing He saw was filled
With perfect joy and life and light
His perfect pleasure was sole law;
No pleasure had become self-willed
For all his creatures were His pleasures
and their whole pleasure was to be
What He made them; the sought no gain
Or growth beyond their proper measures,
Nor longed for change or novelty.
The only new thing could be pain.
Turkey Alwan Travels