Francis Thompson

(16 December 1859 – 13 November 1907 / Preston, England)

Francis Thompson Quotes

    To Olivia

    I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
    Love's the ambassador of loss;
    White flake of childhood, clinging so
    To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow
    At tenderest touch will shrink and go.
    Love me not, delightful child.
    My heart, by many snares beguiled,
    Has grown timorous and wild.
    It would fear thee not at all,

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