Felix Randal

The careful marjory of Mr. Felix,
Fleecy in a blast of thought ascends
And seems to win no end; no curve nor arrow
Mend the face awake that end of midst new light.

And the last of those good done as to creed
Is the soft cloth of care laid down, thus depend, Upon claim’s fallen strokes that pounded deep; thus mend.

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

• Gerard Manley Hopkins