Hopkins, noteless, yet sings by letter,
Under his rolling word now, how shakes
The human heart, how racing makes
The mind new thought, breaking the fetter
Of weary ways and crying, Come, Haste
Haste my soul to him that ever makes
The life-blood flow and flow, and rakes
The ashy coals into the windy morn. No waste
Of kindling here; the fire will anew, now
Blaze! And brim with warm the wide and wide
New morn. Come my soul, the night long had
Its hold, but's gone now; Day's upon thy brow.
Find the long footstep, the impetuous stride
Follow, fellow, be free, and fully glad.
by Mary Daly
Gerard Manley Hopkins was one of the great Catholic poets of the 20th century. For a list of his poems, go to Bartleby's website on the 1918 publication of his poems.
