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