Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

The End of It

She did not love to love; but hated him
For making her to love, and so her whim
From passion taught misprision to begin;
And all this sin
Was because love to cast out had no skill
Self, which was regent still.
Her own self-will made void her own self's will 

1. Unto This Last
2. Dedication to Coventry Patmore
3. To Monica Thought Dying
4. St. Monica
5. To the Sinking Sun

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