The Windhover
Gerard Manley Hopkins
1844 to 1889
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No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
To Christ our Lord
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,