Gerard Manley Hopkins (Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс)

The Candle Indoors

Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by.
I muse at how its being puts blissful back
With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye.
By that window what task what fingers ply,
I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack
Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack
There God to aggrándise, God to glorify.—

Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire
Mend first and vital candle in close heart’s vault:
You there are master, do your own desire;
What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault
In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar
And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?

1. For a Picture of St. Dorothea
2. The Bugler's First Communion
3. The Silver Jubilee
4. The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe
5. Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice

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