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 on power
The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair. Francis Thompson on dreams
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, that is not paid with moan; for we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own. Francis Thompson on pain