To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life — Gerard Manley Hopkins

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my lifeAmong strangers. Father and mother dear,Brothers and sisters are in Christ not nearAnd he my peace my parting, sword and strife.England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wifeTo my creating thought, would neither hearMe, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear-y of idle a being but by where wars are rife.

I am in Ireland now; now I am at a thírdRemove. Not but in all removes I canKind love both give and get. Only what wordWisest my heart breeds dark heaven's baffling banBars or hell's spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard,Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.