...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors ! The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendour'd thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore loss...

...thee: inapprehensible, we clutch thee! Does the fish soar to find the ocean. The eagle plunge to mid the air. That we ask of the stars in motion if they...sadder) Cry; and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the trafile of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my...

...little less beautiful, are the verses which ought to find a place in every anthology of London :— " The angels keep their ancient places ; Turn but a...' Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadden) Cry ;—and upon thy so sore loss Shall...

...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss...

...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars; The drift of pinions would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...wing! Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder), Cry:—and upon thy so sore loss Shall...

...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. 150 But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore...

...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss...

...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...ancient places; — Turn but a stone, and start a wing! T is ye, 't is your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst...

...seems to have possessed his particular secret of high values and far vision combined when he wrote : The angels keep their ancient places ; — Turn but a stone and start a wing ! Need any one of us now 'miss the many-splendoured thing ' ? BEETHOVEN IN HIS TWENTY-FtRST YEAR Front...

...the vision of Francis Thompson, angels have ascended and descended in the very streets of London: — 'But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched between Heaven and Charing Cross.' And...