As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s 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 Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
Í say móre: the just man justices; Keeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is – Chríst – 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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birds with brightly coloured plumage