Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragiley, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you
From argentine vapor?
"God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind
Thou could'st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily,surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,
With His hammer of wind,
And His graver of frost."
Francis Thompson
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