The Handsome Heart
'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy
You?''Father, what you buy me I like best.'
With the sweetest air that said, still plied and pressed,
He swung to his first poised purport of reply.
What the heart is! which, like carriers let fly
Doff darkness, homing nature knows the rest
To its own fine function, wild and self-instressed,
Falls light as ten years long taught how to and why.
Mannerly-hearted! more than handsome face
Beauty's bearing or muse of mounting vein,
All, in this case, bathed in high hallowing grace
Of heaven what boon to buy you, boy, or gain
Not granted?Only O on that path you pace
Run all your race, O brace sterner that strain!
Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins
