Centuries of Meditations By Thomas Traherne

Thomas Traherne's poem Wonder and Paul Twitchell's Tigers Fang

It seems I should take an interest in the English Metaphysical poets if I am English. 

Thomas Traherne seems interesting.

C.S. Lewis called Centuries of Meditations "almost the most beautiful book in English".

Thomas Traherne anticipated the Romantic movement more than 130 years before it happened. 

Wonder Related Poem Content Details BY THOMAS TRAHERNE How like an angel came I down! How bright are all things here! When first among his works I did appear O how their glory me did crown! The world resembled his eternity, In which my soul did walk; And ev’ry thing that I did see Did with me talk. The skies in their magnificence, The lively, lovely air; Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair! The stars did entertain my sense, And all the works of God, so bright and pure, So rich and great did seem, As if they ever must endure In my esteem. A native health and innocence Within my bones did grow, And while my God did all his glories show, I felt a vigour in my sense That was all spirit. I within did flow With seas of life, like wine; I nothing in the world did know But ’twas divine. Harsh ragged objects were conceal’d, Oppressions tears and cries, Sins, griefs, complaints, dissensions, weeping eyes Were hid, and only things reveal’d Which heav’nly spirits, and the angels prize. The state of innocence And bliss, not trades and poverties, Did fill my sense. The streets were pav’d with golden stones, The boys and girls were mine, Oh how did all their lovely faces shine! The sons of men were holy ones, In joy and beauty they appear’d to me, And every thing which here I found, While like an angel I did see, Adorn’d the ground. Rich diamond and pearl and gold In ev’ry place was seen; Rare splendours, yellow, blue, red, white and green, Mine eyes did everywhere behold. Great wonders cloth’d with glory did appear, Amazement was my bliss, That and my wealth was ev’ry where: No joy to this! Curs’d and devis’d proprieties, With envy, avarice And fraud, those fiends that spoil even Paradise, Flew from the splendour of mine eyes, And so did hedges, ditches, limits, bounds, I dream’d not aught of those, But wander’d over all men’s grounds, And found repose. Proprieties themselves were mine, And hedges ornaments; Walls, boxes, coffers, and their rich contents Did not divide my joys, but all combine. Clothes, ribbons, jewels, laces, I esteem’d My joys by others worn: For me they all to wear them seem’d When I was born. 

Traherne seems to be describing the second plane of heaven similar to Paul Twitchell which is also similar to Revelations in the bible. 

Paul Twitchell

Both Traherne and Twitchell describe a place in heaven paved with precious stones.