MISCELLANEOUS POEMS A Fallen Yew, 48 The Hound of Heaven, 51 To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster, 57 A Dead Astronomer, 63 A Corymbus for Autumn, 64 From "The Mistress of Vision", 69 The After Woman, 72 Lines: To W.M., 74 The Way of a Maid, 75 Ode to the Setting Sun, 76 Epilogue to "A Judgement in Heaven", 86 Grace of the Way, 87 To a Snowflake, 88 Orient Ode, 89 From "From the Night of Forebeing", 96 A Counsel of Moderation, 101 From "Assumpta Maria", 102 From "An Anthem of Earth", 105 Contemplation, 112 Correlated Greatness, 114 July Fugitive, 115 From "Any Saint", 118 From "The Victorian Ode", 124 St Monica, 127 To the Sinking Sun, 128 Dream-Tryst, 129 Buona Notte, 130 Arab Love Song, 131 The Kingdom of God, 132 Envoy, 134 A BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON FRANCIS THOMPSON Francis Thompson, a poet of high thinking, "of celestial vision," and of imaginings that found literary images of answering splendour, died in London in the winter of 1907. His life--always a fragile one--doubtless owed its prolongation to "man's unconquerable mind," in him so invincible through all vicissitude that he seemed to add a new significance to Wordsworth's phrase. To his mortal frame was denied the vitality that informs his verse. Howbeit, his verse was himself; he lived every line of it, fulfilling to the last letter his own description of the poet, piteous yet proud: He lives detachèd days; He serveth not for praise; For gold He is not sold. He asketh not world's eyes; Nor to world's ears he cries-- Saith, "These Shut, if ye please!"