As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Gerard Hopkins

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;

     As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

     Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad it’s name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;

     Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

     Selves – Goes itself; myself  it speaks and spells, 

Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

I say more: the just man justices;

     Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;

Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is -

     Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,

Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his

     To the Father through the features of men’s faces.