Eternal God, briefly confined by time, illuminating the eons by breaking bread.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
From Endymion by John Keats
Pied Beauty Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spáre, strange; […]
The Land of Heart’s Desire William Butler Yeats We must be tender with all budding things. Our Maker let no thought of Calvary Trouble the morning stars in their first song. The poet William Butler Yeats referred to himself as “the last romantic”, and while I know he meant that in the broader sense of […]