GOD'S GRANDEUR
          - Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
  It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
  And all is seared with trade, bleared, smeared with toil;
  And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black west went
  Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward springs -
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.