As Kingfishers Catch Fire

As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;

  As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

  Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

  Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

  Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

I say more: the just man justices;

  Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;

Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —

  Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,

Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his

  To the Father through the features of men's faces.