Ah! Bright Wings:

I've mentioned a couple times my love of Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem The Wreck of The Deutschland.  But, did you know that he wrote other poems that didn't involve the death of nuns?  It's true.  To prove it I'll share with you another favorite of mine called God's Grandeur.  He's using Sprung Rhythm here, which means you'll need to read it a couple times probably (no complaints here) to get the vibe.  But, that could just be me that needs to do that.  Enjoy.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.