Bright Wings (Mortal)

The world is charged with the Grandeur of God The world is charged with beauty It will flame out, like shining from Shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the Ooze of oil Crushed Because the Holy Ghost over the bend World Broods with warm breast and with Ah! Bright Wings And for all this, nature is never Spent; There lives the dearest freshness Deep down things; And though the last lights Off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink east- Ward, springs - Because the Holy Ghost over the bend World Broods with warm breast and with Ah! Bright Wings (adapted from "God's Grandeur" by Gerard Manley Hopkins)