i caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom of daylight’s dauphin,
dapple-drawn falcon, in his riding
of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
high there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
in his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
as a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend; the hurl and gliding
rebuffed the big wind. my heart in hiding
stirred for a bird--the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
brute beauty and valor and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
buckle! and the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
no wonder of it; sheer plod makes plow down sillion
shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
gerard manley hopkins, 1877