| As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies,
dráw fláme ; |
| As tumbled over rim in roundy wells |
| Stones ring ; like each tucked string
tells, each hung bell's |
| Bow swung finds tongue to fling out
broad its name ; |
| Each mortal thing does one thing and
the same : |
| Deals out that being indoors each one
dwells ; |
| Selves—goes itself ; myself it
speaks and spells, |
| Crying Whát I do is me : for that I
came. |
| I say móre : the just man justices ; |
| Kéeps gráce : thát keeps all his goings
graces ; |
| Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he
is— |
| Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand
places, |
| Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not
his |
To the Father through the features of
men's faces.
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