Fountain Court Poem by Frank Avon

His last move
was one of many
last things.

Adored by 'the Ancients, '
young men, his apostles;
maintained by Lindell
with gifts and commissions;
studied by Crabb Robinson,
his every word preserved -

he gazed out his window
at the Thames like a gold bar
at children playing
in the courtyard.

For his last works
he was guided
to illustrate
works of the Spirit:
the Book of Job
the Laocoon
Dante
Pilgrim's Progress.

A tradesman still,
his last commercial engraving
was 'Moses in the Ark of the Bullrushes.'

'Nature has no Outline:
but Imagination has.
Nature has no Tune:
But Imagination has!
Nature has no Supernatural
& dissolves:
Imagination is Eternity.'