Wednesday, 3 February 2010

The Earthly Paradise

The Earthly Paradise

I desire no heaven of gold harps,
Give me the harps of earth--
Pine trees with red gold on their stems,
The music of the west wind in their branches!

When I am old,
Give me for heaven a little house set on a heath;
The blue hills behind; the blue sea before.
The brick floors scoured crimson, the flagstones like snow;
The brass taps and candlesticks like gold,
And there, in my soft grey gown between the holly-hocks,
Upon a day of days I would welcome an old poet;
And pour him tea, and walk on the heath, and talk the sun down;
And then by the wood fire he should read me the poems
of his passionate youth,
And make new ones praising friendship above love!

Flora Thompson


Spirit of Old said...

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing that ... it's lovely :)

Leanne said...

thats a wonderful poem!

Leanne x

Rowan said...

Lovely poem and it conjures up a really appealing picture.

aromatic said...

Beautiful!! xxx

Anonymous said...

I love Flora Thompson and Lark Rise to Candleford....what beautiful words her poem offers.

Sue Caissy