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Francis Thompson
All things by...
All things by immortal power,
Near and Far
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a...
Spring is come...
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet.
And all the things are made young with young...
Summer set lip...
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
The innocent moon,...
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the...
Nothing begins and...
Nothing begins and nothing ends
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain.
And perish in...
All things by...
All things by immortal power,
Near and Far
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a...
Spring is come...
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet.
And all the things are made young with young...
Summer set lip...
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
The innocent moon,...
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the...
Nothing begins and...
Nothing begins and nothing ends
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain.
And perish in...