Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
3. The Habit of Perfection
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
And find the uncreated light:
This ruck and reel which you remark
Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.
Desire not to be rinsed with wine:
The can must be so sweet, the crust
So fresh that come in fasts divine!
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send
Along the sanctuary side!
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street
And you unhouse and house the Lord.
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide
Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.