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But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.

Francis Thompson

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Francis Thompson
Age: 47 †
Born: 1859
Born: December 16
Died: 1907
Died: November 13
Literary Critic
Poet
Writer
Keep
Chill
Vase
Stills
Thrones
Vases
Still
Serenity
Curled
States
Stolen
Unfold
Burning
Translated
Gold
Lilies
Though
Throne
State
Mold
Grassy

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