I sigh for the heavenly country,
Where the heavenly people pass,
And the sea is as quiet as a mirror
Of beautiful beautiful glass.
I walk in the heavenly field,
With lilies and poppies bright,
I am dressed in a heavenly coat
Of polished white.
When I walk in the heavenly parkland
My feet on the pasture are bare,
Tall waves the grass, but no harmful
Creature is there.
At night I fly over the housetops,
And stand on the bright moony beams;
Gold are all heaven’s rivers,
And silver her streams.
Stevie Smith, “The Heavenly City” from Stevie Smith Collected Poems. Copyright © 1983 by Stevie Smith. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source: Stevie Smith Collected Poems
(New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1983)