Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

A Dead Astronomer

(Father Perry, S.J.)

Starry amorist, starward gone,
Thou art--what thou didst gaze upon!
Passed through thy golden garden's bars,
Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.

She, about whose moon-ed brows
Seven stars make seven glows,
Seven lights for seven woes;
She, like thine own Galaxy,
All lustres in one purity:-
What said'st thou, Astronomer,
When thou did'st discover HER?
When thy hand its tube let fall,
Thou found'st the fairest Star of all! 

1. Gilded Gold
2. The Child-Woman
3. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother's Verses
4. Dedication to Coventry Patmore
5. The Making of Viola

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