The dappled die-away <br />Cheek and wimpled lip, <br />The gold-wisp, the airy-grey <br />Eye, all in fellowship— <br />This, all this beauty blooming, <br />This, all this freshness fuming, <br />Give God while worth consuming. <br /> <br />Both thought and thew now bolder <br />And told by Nature: Tower; <br />Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder <br />That beat and breathe in power— <br />This pride of prime’s enjoyment <br />Take as for tool, not toy meant <br />And hold at Christ’s employment. <br /> <br />The vault and scope and schooling <br />And mastery in the mind, <br />In silk-ash kept from cooling, <br />And ripest under rind— <br />What life half lifts the latch of, <br />What hell stalks towards the snatch of, <br />Your offering, with despatch, of!<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-midday-and-evening-sacrifice/
