Francis Thompson Quotes
1859–1907 England
Francis Joseph Thompson (December 18, 1859 – November 13, 1907) was an English poet and Catholic mystic.
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Also known as: Thompson, Francis
39 quotes
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
Anchorite, who didst dwell
With all the world for cell!
Whose form is as a grove
Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove.
Thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling of a star.
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word,
And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist.
I was heavy with the even,
When she fit her glimmering tapers
Round the day's dead sanctities.
The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
Short arm needs man to reach to Heaven,
So ready is Heaven to stoop to him.
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
See how there
The cowlèd night
Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.
I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Francis Thompson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.