“I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon.”
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 2.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
For others with this name, see Francis Thompson .Francis Thompson was an English poet and mystic. At the behest of his father, a doctor, he entered medical school at the age of 18, but at 26 left home to pursue his talent as a writer and poet. He spent three years on the streets of London, supporting himself with menial labour, becoming addicted to opium which he took to relieve a nervous problem.
In 1888 a married couple, publishers, read his poetry and took him into their home for a time. They were to publish his first book Poems in 1893. In 1897, he switched to writing prose, drawing inspiration from life in the countryside, Wales and Storrington. His health, always fragile, continued to deteriorate and he died of tuberculosis in 1907. By that time he had published three books of poetry, along with other works and essays. Wikipedia

“I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon.”
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 2.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
St. 4. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Shelley. In the Dublin Review (July 1908).
“Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.”
To My Godchild (this line is inscribed on Thompson's gravestone).
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 15.
Francis Thompson The Hound of Heaven
St. 4.
The Hound of Heaven (1893)
St. 1. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
St. 5. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 2.
“Short arm needs man to reach to Heaven,
So ready is Heaven to stoop to him.”
Grace of the Way http://www.lib.utexas.edu/epoetry/thompson.q3c/thompson.q3c-96.html, st. 6.
“Thou canst not stir a flower / Without troubling of a star.”
The Mistress of Vision (1913).
“The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the world.”
Sister Songs http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext99/ssngs10.txt, Pt. II (1908).
“The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.”
St. 3. <br class="br"> The Kingdom of God http://www.bartleby.com/236/245.html (1913)
Daisy http://www.bartleby.com/103/26.html (1893), st. 10.
The Poppy http://books.google.com/books?id=qM8VAAAAYAAJ&q=&quot;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&quot;&pg=PA6#v=onepage.
