simple revolution.

This morning we visited Magdalen College, climbed the tower, poked around, etc. We then wandered onto Addison walk, a pretty sort of footpath that winds through trees and around wetlands and feels very much like an old country lane. A poem by C.S. Lewis is engraved on a plaque that hangs partway around the walk, apparently as a tribute to his conversion to theism which took place one night on that path. I thought it was beautiful, and so I would like to share it:

I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear:

This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.

Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year nor want of rain destroy the peas.

This year time’s nature will no more defeat you.
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.

This time they will not lead you round and back
To Autumn, one year older, by the well worn track.

This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.

Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! – the gates are drawn apart.
-C.S. Lewis