Gerard Manley HopkinsAs kingfishers catch fireAs kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;As tumbled over rim in roundy wellsStones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell'sBow 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 Whát I do is me: for that I came.Í say móre: the just man justices; Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not hisTo the Father through the features of men's faces.octave sestet quatrain tercet couplet line phr s