Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

Chose Vue

A metrical caprice.

Up she rose, fair daughter-well she was graced
As a cloud her going, stept from her chair,
As a summer-soft cloud, in her going paced,
Down dropped her riband-band, and all her waving hair
Shook like loosened music cadent to her waist;-
Lapsing like music, wavery as water,
Slid to her waist. 

1. Dream-Tryst
2. A Foretelling of the Child's Husband
3. The Making of Viola
4. Dedication to Coventry Patmore
5. To a Poet Breaking Silence

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