Gerard Manley Hopkins

How lovely the elder brother's

Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast:

I have desired to go

Hope holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

Moonless darkness stands between.

I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning:

A Brother and Sister

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,

Glory be to God for dappled things—

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—

Margaret, are you grieving

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-

'The child is father to the man.'

The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down

Foundered March 24. 1878

On ear and ear two noises too old to end

The sea took pity: it interposed with doom:

Yes. Why do we бll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!

Thee, God, I come from, to thee go,

Margaret, are you grieving

The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong

To what serves mortal beauty '—dangerous; does set danc-

What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been