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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Francis Thompson 1859–1907



THE BREATHS of kissing night and day

Were mingled in the eastern Heaven:

Throbbing with unheard melody

Shook Lyra all its star-chord seven:

When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy,

And dawn’s gray eyes were troubled gray;

And souls went palely up the sky,

And mine to Lucidé.

There was no change in her sweet eyes

Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;

There was no change in her deep heart

Since last that deep heart knocked at mine.

Her eyes were clear, her eyes were Hope’s,

Wherein did ever come and go

The sparkle of the fountain-drops

From her sweet soul below.

The chambers in the house of dreams

Are fed with so divine an air

That Time’s hoar wings grow young therein,

And they who walk there are most fair.

I joyed for me, I joyed for her,

Who with the Past meet girt about:

Where our last kiss still warms the air,

Nor can her eyes go out.