As kingfishers 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.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins
