‘As kingfishers catch fire’

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flames;
As tumbled over rim in roundly wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that bein indoors each one dwells;
Selves-goes its self; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces:
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is-
Christ. 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.

by Hopkins