| PLOWRIGHT WORLD Prose and Poetry section |
| The Hound Of Heaven (Francis Thompson - b.1859) |
| I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, With unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat- and a Voice beat More instant than the feet- "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me." (note: more of this stupendous poem coming soon) |