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 broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Dealts 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.
Gerard Manley Hopkins - As Kingfishers Catch Fire