The Making Of Viola
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This section is from the book "Selected Poems Of Francis Thompson", by Francis Thompson and Wilfrid Meynell. Also available from Amazon: Selected Poems of Francis Thompson.
The Making Of Viola
The Father of Heaven.
SPIN, daughter Mary, spin,
Twirl your wheel with silver din ;
Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
Spin a tress for Viola.
Angels.
Spin, Queen Mary, a
Brown tress for Viola !
The Father of Heaven.
Weave, hands angelical,
Weave a woof of flesh to pali-
Weave, hands angelical-
Flesh to pall our Viola.
Angels.
Weave, singing brothers, a
Velvet flesh for Viola !
The Father of Heaven.
Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes,
Wood-browned pools of Paradise-
Young Jesus, for the eyes,
For the eyes of Viola.
Angels..
Tint, Prince Jesus, a
Duskèd eye for Viola !
The Father of Heaven.
Cast a star therein to drown,
Like a torch in cavern brown,
Sink a burning star to drown
Whelmed in eyes of Viola
Angels.
Lave, Prince Jesus, a
S tar in ey es of Viola !
The Father of Heaven.
Breathe, Lord Paraclete,
To a bubbled crystal meet-
Breathe, Lord Paraclete-
Crystal soul for Viola.
Angels.
Breathe, Regal Spirit, a
Flashing soul for Viola !
The Father of Heaven.
Child-angels, from your wings
Fall the roseal hoverings,
Child-angels, from your wings,
On the cheeks of Viola.
Angels..
Linger, rosy reflex, a
Quenchless stain, on Viola !
All things being accomplished, saith the Father of Heaven:
Bear her down, and hearing, sing,
Bear her down on spyless wing,
Bear her down, and hearing, sing,
With a sound of viola.
Angels.
Music as her name is, a
Sweet sound of Viola !
Wheeling angels, past espiai,
Danced her down with sound of viol;
Wheeling angels, past espiai,
Descanting on " Viola,"
Angels.
Sing, in our footing, a
Lovely hit of " Viola ! "
Baby smiled, mother wailed,
Earthward while the s weetling sailed ;
Mother smiled, baby wailed,
When to earth carne Viola •
And her eiders shall say:
So soon have we taught you a
Way to weep, poor Viola !
Smile, sweet baby, smile,
For you will have weeping-while ;
Native in your Heaven is smile,-
But your weeping, Viola ?
Whence your smiles, we know, but ah I
Whence your weeping, Viola ?-
Our first gift to you is a
Gift of tears, my Viola !
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