In the Valley of the Elwy by Gerard Manley Hopkins:
I remember a house where all were good
…To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
…Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.
That cordial air made those kind people a hood
…All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing
…Will, or mild nights the new morsels of Spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;
…Only the inmate does not correspond:
God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,
Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,
…Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.
Memoir of a Writer 
Hopkins writes such delightful sonnets and uses language so imaginatively and creatively to capture the miracles of nature. He called it “sprung rhythm.” I used to sit in the church in Oxford he was based in to recharge my soul after any tough days at work (.ie. most of them) and could silently recite huge chunks of ‘Spring and Fall’, ‘Pied Beauty’, ‘The Windhover’, ‘Kingfisher’, etc., like modern psalms thanks to a demanding English teacher 50 years ago. A great choice, Zarah.
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Yes, I’ve just now come across his work and I already appreciate it so much. Thanks for sharing.
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