Pied Beauty—”Glory be to God for dappled things–For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough;And all trades, their...

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. So it must be on every original artist to some degree, on me to a marked degree.(from notes on ‘Heraclitean Fire’)

What are works of art for? to educate, to be standards. To produce is of little use unless what we produce is known, is widely known, the wider known the better, for it is by...

Spring and Fall: To a Young ChildMárgarét, are you gríevingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves, líke the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights...

And when Peace here does houseHe comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,He comes to brood and sit.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

To lift up the hands in prayer gives God glory, but a man with a dungfork in his hand, a woman with a slop pail, give Him glory, too. God is so great that all...

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.Comforter, where, where is your comforting?Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a...

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not...

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillionShine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Glory be to God for dappled things. (“Pied Beauty”)

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

Rosa Mystica’The rose is a mystery’–where is it found?Is it anything true? Does it grow upon the ground?It was made of earth’s mould, but it went from men’s eyes,And its place is a secret and...

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fallFrightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.