Happy Birthday, Gerard
Born today in 1844 in Stratford, Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of my favorite poets (still today, though I don't always agree with his philosophy).
Bless you, Robert Bridges, for publishing his work after he died, in 1888, too young and no longer writing...
The Wind-hover is my favorite, but I love this one too:
Spring and Fall
To a Young Child
Margaret, are you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's spríngs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
(more Hopkins here)