"But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill."

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Source: Francis Thompson (2002). “Poems of Francis Thompson”, p.13, A&C Black

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Francis Thompson

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Francis Thompson was a Victorian poet known for his emotional depth and notable work 'The Hound of Heaven', which explores themes of love and divine pursuit.

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