Gerard Manley Hopkins
A Muse

Oh, it’s you. Why now, after all this time, why now when my self-esteem is low and, save by darting accidents, forgot. Why now?
Why now? When all is lost and you see I have come to passions end, that I need not fear the storms, the cries…
Your cries, your laughter, your good cheer, the way you walked, the movement of your limbs as you climbed a fence and ran toward…