"Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-fixed
Snowflake; that's fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing's life."
The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe, lines 1-8 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
~Gerard Manley Hopkins (28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889)
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