Gerard Manley Hopkins

(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Lantern out of Doors

Sometimes a lantern moves along the night,
That interests our eyes. And who goes there?
I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where,
With, all down darkness wide, his wading light?

Men go by me whom either beauty bright
In mould or mind or what not else makes rare:
They rain against our much-thick and marsh air
Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite.

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