“Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee Save Me, save only Me? All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms. But just that thou might'st seek it in my arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home; Rise, clasp My hand, and come!” SufferingLossGain Book:The Hound of Heaven Source: The Hound of Heaven
“The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To her who loved the rose.” LossGriefYearning Book:Complete Poetical Works of Francis Thompson Source: Complete Poetical Works of Francis Thompson
