Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, <br />Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings <br />That shapes in half-light his departing rings, <br />From both of whom a changeless note is heard. <br />I have found my music in a common word, <br />Trying each pleasurable throat that sings <br />And every praised sequence of sweet strings, <br />And know infallibly which I preferred. <br /> <br />The authentic cadence was discovered late <br />Which ends those only strains that I approve, <br />And other science all gone out of date <br />And minor sweetness scarce made mention of: <br />I have found the dominant of my range and state - <br />Love, O my God, to call Thee Love and Love.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-be-to-thee-as-the-circling-bird/
