Let me be to Thee as the circling bird,

Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings

That shapes in half-light his departing rings,

From both of whom a changeless note is heard.

I have found my music in a common word,

Trying each pleasurable throat that sings

And every praised sequence of sweet strings,

And know infallibly which I preferred.

The authentic cadence was discovered late

Which ends those only strains that I approve,

And other science all gone out of date

And minor sweetness scarce made mention of:

I have found the dominant of my range and state;

Love, O my God, to call Thee Love and Love.




Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins