Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- <br />built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they throng; they glitter in marches. <br />Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ' wherever an elm arches, <br />Shivelights and shadowtackle in long ' lashes lace, lance, and pair. <br />Delightfully the bright wind boisterous ' ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare <br />Of yestertempest's creases; in pool and rut peel parches <br />Squandering ooze to squeezed ' dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches <br />Squadroned masks and manmarks ' treadmire toil there <br />Footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, ' nature's bonfire burns on. <br />But quench her bonniest, dearest ' to her, her clearest-selvèd spark <br />Man, how fast his firedint, ' his mark on mind, is gone! <br />Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark <br />Drowned. O pity and indig ' nation! Manshape, that shone <br />Sheer off, disseveral, a star, ' death blots black out; nor mark <br /> Is any of him at all so stark <br />But vastness blurs and time ' beats level. Enough! the Resurrection, <br />A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, ' joyless days, dejection. <br /> Across my foundering deck shone <br />A beacon, an eternal beam. ' Flesh fade, and mortal trash <br />Fall to the residuary worm; ' world's wildfire, leave but ash: <br /> In a flash, at a trumpet crash, <br />I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and <br />This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, <br /> Is immortal diamond.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-nature-is-a-heraclitean-fire-and-of-the-com/
