As kingfishers 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 loud its name,
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves xxx goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins, "As Kingfishers Catch Fire"