Poem by Faunce Tainton
Seventy Seventh Heaven
A seraph was a walking by the seventh heaven’s gate
He was tired and disillusioned by the pageantry and state
And the crowded crested eyries to the north and to the south
And the taste of seventh heaven was as ashes in his mouth
So he flashed beyond the border to the outer freer air
And he found despite Mohammed there were other heavens there
And the picture grew more perfect with each heaven that he passed
‘Till he reached the seventy seventh one, the ultimate and last
And there he found the wonder that the prophet never knew
For the seventy seventh heaven was nobody but you
When Mohammed said there were only seven heavens
He surely hadn’t heard about you
‘Cause you’re eight, nine, ten and eleven heavens
And several other dozen ones too
You’re terrific, you’re tremendous, you’re enchantments highest peak
You embody all the pleasures that a man could ever seek
Mohammed never knew the secret of your charms
For the seventy seventh heaven lies within your arms.
A seraph was a walking by the seventh heaven’s gate
He was tired and disillusioned by the pageantry and state
And the crowded crested eyries to the north and to the south
And the taste of seventh heaven was as ashes in his mouth
So he flashed beyond the border to the outer freer air
And he found despite Mohammed there were other heavens there
And the picture grew more perfect with each heaven that he passed
‘Till he reached the seventy seventh one, the ultimate and last
And there he found the wonder that the prophet never knew
For the seventy seventh heaven was nobody but you
When Mohammed said there were only seven heavens
He surely hadn’t heard about you
‘Cause you’re eight, nine, ten and eleven heavens
And several other dozen ones too
You’re terrific, you’re tremendous, you’re enchantments highest peak
You embody all the pleasures that a man could ever seek
Mohammed never knew the secret of your charms
For the seventy seventh heaven lies within your arms.
- Faunce Tainton 1945