As kingfishers catch fire

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dr'w fl'me; 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 Wh't I do is me: for that I came. ' say m're: the just man justices; K'eps grace: th't keeps all his goings graces; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is - Chr'st - 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.