Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
10. The Lantern out of Doors
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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?
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.
What most I may eye after, be in at the end
I cannot, and out of sight is out of mind.
There, éyes them, heart wánts, care haúnts, foot fóllows kínd,
Their ránsom, théir rescue, ánd first, fást, last friénd.