Peace – Gerard Manley Hopkins

Browsing  a book of Gerard Manley Hopkins poems on Saturday morning at St. George’s Market  this verse from  ‘Peace’ hit me and I liked it a lot.

‘When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peacè, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?’

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