Poems by Francis Thompson
Contents:
Dedication
Love in Dian''s Lap
Before Her Portrait in Youth
To a Poet Breaking Silence
Manus Animam Pinxit
A Carrier-Song
Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea
Gilded Gold
Her Portrait
Miscellaneous Poems
To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster
A Fallen Yew
Dream-Tryst
A Corymbus for Autumn
The Hound of Heaven
A Judgment in Heaven
Poems on Children
Daisy
The Making of Viola
To My Godchild
To Poppy
To Monica Thought Dying
DEDICATION--TO WILFRID AND ALICE MEYNELL
If the rose in meek duty
May dedicate humbly
To her grower the beauty
Wherewith she is comely;
If the mine to the miner
The jewels that pined in it,
Earth to diviner
The springs he divined in it;
To the grapes the wine-pitcher
Their juice that was crushed in it,
Viol to its witcher
The music lay hushed in it;
If the lips may pay Gladness
In laughters she wakened,
And the heart to its sadness
Weeping unslakened,
If the hid and sealed coffer,
Whose having not his is,
To the loosers may proffer
Their finding--here this is;
Their lives if all livers
To the Life of all living, To you, O dear givers!
I give your own giving.
BEFORE HER PORTRAIT IN YOUTH
As lovers, banished from their lady''s face
And hopeless of her grace,
Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place,
Fondly adore
Some stealth-won cast attire she wore,
A kerchief or a glove:
And at the lover''s beck
Into the glove there fleets the hand,
Or at impetuous command
Up from the kerchief floats the virgin neck:
So I, in very lowlihead of love, Too shyly reverencing
To let one thought''s light footfall smooth
Tread near the living, consecrated thing, Treasure me thy cast youth.
This outworn vesture, tenantless of thee,
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