Madeline L’Engle: 1918-2007

I have always wondered if she took private amusement in the first line of A Wrinkle In Time.  I hope so.   I know that it always gives me immense pleasure to read those famous (infamous?) words.

Requiscat in pace, Madeline.   I hope that you have found your ring of endless light.

The World
by Henry Vaughn (1621-1695)


I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great Ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright,
And round beneath it, Time is hours, days, years
Driven by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov’d, in which the world
And all her train were hurl’d;
The doting lover in his quaintest strain
Did there complain,
Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,
Wit’s sour delights,
With gloves, and knots the silly snares of pleasure
Yet his dear treasure
All scatter’d lay, while he his eyes did pour
Upon a flower.

The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe
Like a thick midnight fog mov’d there so slow
He did nor stay, nor go;
Condemning thoughts (like sad eclipses) scowl
Upon his soul,
And clouds of crying witnesses without
Pursued him with one shout.
Yet digg’d the mole, and lest his ways be found
Work’d under ground,
Where he did clutch his prey, but one did see
That policy,
Churches and altars fed him, perjuries
Were gnats and flies,
It rain’d about him blood and tears, but he
Drank them as free.

The fearful miser on a heap of rust
Sat pining all his life there, did scarce trust
His own hands with the dust,
But would not place one piece above, but lives
In fear of thieves.
Thousands there were as frantic as himself
And hugg’d each one his pelf,
The downright epicure plac’d heav’n in sense
And scorn’d pretnece
While others slipt into a wide excess
Said little less;
The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave
Who think them brave,
And poor, despised Truth sat counting by
Their victory.

Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
And sing, and weep, soar’d up into the Ring,
But most would use no wing.
O fools (said I,) thus to prefer dark night
Before true light,
To live in grots, and caves, and hate the day
Because it shows the way,
The way which from the dead and dark abode
Leads up to God,
A way where you might tread the Sun, and be
More bright than he.
But as I did their madness so discuss
One whisper’d thus,
“This Ring the Bridegroom did for none provide
But for his bride.”


2 thoughts on “Madeline L’Engle: 1918-2007

  1. Oh, I heard that she passed away.
    I always loved the Wrinkle in Time series.
    Now I will have to pull them off the shelf, dust them off and revisit that world.

    By the way go take a peek over at the short story writing site. 😀

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