As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; | a | ||||
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells | b | ||||
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's | b | ||||
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; | a | ||||
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: | a | |||
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; | b | ||||
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, | b | ||||
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came. | a | ||||
Í say móre: the just man justices; | c | ||||
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Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces; | d | |||
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is — | c | ||||
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places, | d | ||||
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his | c | ||||
To the Father through the features of men's faces. | d | ||||
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