A Poem For Sunday

Feb 3 2013 @ 11:21am

Hopkins

“In the Valley of the Elwy” by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1899):

 I remember a house where all were good
To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.

That cordial air made those kind people a hood
All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing
Will, or mild nights the new morsels of Spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.

Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales
Only the inmate does not correspond:

God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,
Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,
Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.

(Photo including Hopkins, on the far right,  circa 1866, via Wikimedia Commons)