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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I caught this morning morning's minion, king-<br> dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding<br> Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding<br>High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing<br>In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,<br> As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding<br> Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding<br>Stirred for a bird,--the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here<br> Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion<br>Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion<br>Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,<br> Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Anonymous submission.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Gerard+Manley+Hopkins">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a></strong></div>