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Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.

Francis Thompson

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Francis Thompson
Age: 47 †
Born: 1859
Born: December 16
Died: 1907
Died: November 13
Literary Critic
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Things
Desires
World
Spring
Feet
Desire
Young
Home
Come
Wandering
Made
Wander

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