Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star. - Francis Thompson
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
- Francis Thompson
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own. - Francis Thompson
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities u… - Francis Thompson
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities u…
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl. - Francis Thompson
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee. - Francis Thompson
Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.
In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill. - Francis Thompson
In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star. - Francis Thompson
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me? - Francis Thompson
Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps. - Francis Thompson
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
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