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To A Child – Francis Thompson

Whenas my life shall time with funeral tread The  heavy death-drum of the beaten hours, Following, sole mourner, mine own manhood dead, Poor forgot corse, where not a maid strows flowers; When I you love am no more I you … Continue reading

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What Shall I Your True Love Tell – Francis Thompson 

*  What shall I your true love tell,  Earth forsaking maid?  What shall I your true love tell  When life’s spectre’s laid?  “Tell him that, our side the grave,  Maid may not believe  Life should be so sad to have,  … Continue reading

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To a Snowflake – Francis Thompson

What heart could have thought you?  — Past our devisal  (O filigree petal!)  Fashioned so purely,  Fragilely, surely,  From what Paradisal  Imagineless metal,  Too costly for cost?  Who hammered you, wrought you,  From argentine vapor? —  “God was my shaper.  Passing … Continue reading

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The Hound of Heaven – Francis Thompson

I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears I hid from him, … Continue reading

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Beginning of End – Francis Thompson 

She was aweary of the hovering Of Love’s incessant tumultuous wing; Her lover’s tokens she would answer not– ‘Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat: A pretty babe, this Love,–but fie on it, That would not suffer her … Continue reading

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At Lord’s – Francis Thompson 

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I … Continue reading

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An Arab Love Song – Francis Thompson

The hunchèd camels of the nightTrouble the bright  And silver waters of the moon.  The Maiden of the Morn will soon  Through Heaven stray and sing,  Star gathering.  Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,  Light of my … Continue reading

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