All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
Francis ThompsonBaby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.
Francis ThompsonOh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.
Francis ThompsonSummer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.
Francis Thompson