“Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.” EarthMotherBabyViolaBabyhood Book:Poems of Francis Thompson Source: Poems of Francis Thompson
“Summer 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.” EarthLeftSunFireBloodWindSummerMouthsRedWineShiningLipsCupsGrassRanFlamesPrintLionsEasternDrankBosomsPoppiesFlapping Book:God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty Source: God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty
