To Christ our Lord
1I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
2 dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
3 Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
4High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
5In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
6 As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
7 Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
8Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
9Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
10 Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
11Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
12 No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
13Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
14 Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
To Christ our Lord
1I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
2 dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
3 Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
4High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
5In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
6 As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
7 Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
8Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
9Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
10 Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
11Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
12 No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
13Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
14 Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon,
in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy!
then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind.
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle!
AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Hovering Kestrels — Learn more about kestrels and how, exactly, they hover in the wind.
More Poems by Hopkins — A valuable resource from the Poetry Foundation.
A Deep Dive Into Sprung Rhythm — An in-depth look at Hopkins's metrical innovations.
The Poem in Song — "The Windhover" set to music (alongside other bird poems).
Hopkins's Life and Work — An informative BBC Radio documentary discussion about the poet.