Poems by Francis Thompson
Dedication To Wilfred And Alice Meynell
... Their juice that was crushed in it, ...
'Chose Vue'
... Down dropped her riband-band, and all her waving hair ...
To Monica Thought Dying
... Those laughing words when drenched with sobbing so ...
Inscription
... All thoughts draw toward the awakening heart's sweet kisses, ...
Unto This Last
... Stung by those wild brown bees, her eyes! ...
Epilogue
... Death dawned; Heaven lay in prospect wide:- ...
An Anthem Of Earth
... these weeds, These corporal leavings, thou not cast'st us new, ...
To Daisies
... O mine, and not the year's your stolen Spring! ...
A Corymbus For Autumn
... A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis! ...
"Manus Animam Pinxit"
... O be true To your soul, dearest, as my life to you! ...
A Fallen Yew
... When doom puffed out the stars, we might have said, ...
Heaven And Hell
... But ah, how few the God that loves! ...
The Kingdom of God
... Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter, ...
The Cloud's Swan-Song
... To hold sweet not too sweet, and bread for bread though sour ...
Envoy
... And sweet is sweet, though purchas-ed with sorrow ...
