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As kingfishers catch fire dragonflies draw flame

As kingfishers catch fire dragonflies draw flame
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 What I do is me for that I came.
I say more the just man justices
Keeps grace that keeps all his goings graces
Acts in God 's eye what in God 's eye he is —
Christ. 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.

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