English Poetry. Francis Thompson. To a Snowflake. Фрэнсис Томпсон.

Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

To a Snowflake

What heart could have thought you? --
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor? --
"God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind --
Thou could'st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,
With His hammer of wind,
And His graver of frost." 

Francis Thompson’s other poems:

1. Epilogue to the Poet’s Sitter
2. The Child-Woman
3. Poet and Anchorite
4. The Mirage
5. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother’s Verses

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