I remember a house where all were good <br />To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: <br />Comforting smell breathed at very entering, <br />Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood. <br />That cordial air made those kind people a hood <br />All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing <br />Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring: <br />Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should. <br /> <br />Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, <br />All the air things wear that build this world of Wales; <br />Only the inmate does not correspond: <br />God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales, <br />Complete thy creature dear O where it fails, <br />Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-valley-of-the-elwy/
