As king fishers catch
fire, dragonflies draw flame;
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
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.
