Quote#World
Across the margent of the world I fled
Quote byFrancis Thompson · 1859–1907
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Hound of Heaven (1893), St. 2..
English (original)
Across the margent of the world I fled, And troubled the gold gateways of the stars, Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars: Fretted to dulcet jars And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.
— Francis Thompson
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Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
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The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
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Thou canst not stir a flower / Without troubling of a star.