“Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars:
Fretted to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.”

— Francis Thompson , The Hound of Heaven

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The Hound of Heaven (1893)

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British poet 1859–1907

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