Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left behind To transport the pensive mind. Does not Heaven begin that day When the eager heart can say, Surely God is in this place, I have seen Him face to face In the loveliness of flowers, In the service of the showers, And His voice has talked to me In the sunlit apple tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |