Shall all the songs who here on earth were books Whom we, according to our wealth made free, Flutter like cupids, and with gentle looks Present us to their lord and principal, Good craftsmen, prudent in our mystery, Not slothful here at task, not slow at call. —from “To a Publisher”
CHARLES WILLIAMS was one of the finest—not to mention one of the most unusual—theologians of the twentieth century. His mysticism is palpable—the unseen world interpenetrates ours at every point, and spiritual exchange occurs all the time, unseen and largely unlooked for. His novels are legend, his poetry profound, and as a member of the Inklings, he contributed to the mythopoetic revival in contemporary culture.
