 | Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson |  |
5
FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO COVENTRY PATMORE
Even so the might
And planetary motions of thy thought
Thundered thy hearers deaf; they could not hark.
Thy universal harmonies interwheel
Their paces, like the silent-footed heavens.
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And planetary motions of thy thought
Thundered thy hearers deaf; they could not hark.
Thy universal harmonies interwheel
Their paces, like the silent-footed heavens.
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Therefore come I not
To brag a grief above a new-made grave,
In the dead lion build my honey-comb,
And from the strong bring forth my feebleness.
No,—for this thing the world is dark—the great
Is dead, and all the little are alive!
To brag a grief above a new-made grave,
In the dead lion build my honey-comb,
And from the strong bring forth my feebleness.
No,—for this thing the world is dark—the great
Is dead, and all the little are alive!
| Uncollected verses by Francis Thompson | |