FRANCIS THOMPSON

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

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?

A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerable judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man.

Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.

So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.

An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

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.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.

Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.

Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.

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?

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.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerable judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man.