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