As kingfishers catch fire

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
 As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
 Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;
 Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
 Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

Í say more: the just man justices;
 Keeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is -
 Chríst. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
 To the Father through the features of men's faces.

:: Gerard Manley Hopkins