Poems by Francis Thompson
Beneath A Photoraph
... Ah, who can view with passionless glance ...
The Way Of A Maid
... Saved by her confidence that she's small,-- ...
Contemplation
... For evermore Shout to each other from the peaks of space, ...
Love Declared
... only, only Within our shaken hearts the air of passion, ...
The Mistress Of Vision
... For the front of saint or singer any divinizing twine ...
A May Burden
... throats Of birds turned kisses into notes ...
July Fugitive
... Sleeps she swathed in the flushed Arctic ...
Ode To The Setting Sun
... And His stained brow did veil like thine to night, ...
All Flesh
... Which shakes the spheres conjoint-- ...
Beginning Of End
... Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad ...
'Where Art Thou Come?'
... Thus: and waits answer from the mouth of deed ...
Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea
... All my angels, wet-eyed, tristful, ...
A Captain Of Song
... If any be That shall with rites of reverent piety ...
Retrospect
... Not wholly missed near sweet, fanning proud plumes above ...
To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster
... World's ease as Saints might measure ...
