THE DAPPLED die-away | |
Cheek and wimpled lip, | |
The gold-wisp, the airy-grey | |
Eye, all in fellowship— | |
This, all this beauty blooming, | 5 |
This, all this freshness fuming, | |
Give God while worth consuming. | |
Both thought and thew now bolder | |
And told by Nature: Tower; | |
Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder | 10 |
That beat and breathe in power— | |
This pride of prime’s enjoyment | |
Take as for tool, not toy meant | |
And hold at Christ’s employment. | |
The vault and scope and schooling | 15 |
And mastery in the mind, | |
In silk-ash kept from cooling, | |
And ripest under rind— | |
What life half lifts the latch of, | |
What hell stalks towards the snatch of, | 20 |
Your offering, with despatch, of! |
Sunday, November 27, 2016
G. M. Hopkins: Morning, Midday and Evening Sacrifice
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