"Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine."

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Source: James M. Byrne, Francis Thompson (2001). “God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty”, Continuum Intl Pub Group

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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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