dots-menu
×

Home  »  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse  »  194. God’s Grandeur

Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)

194. God’s Grandeur

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil,

It gathers to a greatness like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck His rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And bears man’s smudge, and shares man’s smell; the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights from the black west went,

Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast, and with, ah, bright wings.