Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

Francis Thompson

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 Thompson

For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.

Francis Thompson

Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.

Francis Thompson

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Francis Thompson

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Francis Thompson

An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.

Francis Thompson