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What's in a Name?

To R.B.   by Gerard Manley Hopkins T HE FINE  delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song. Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long         5 Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same: The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim Now known and hand at work now never wrong.   Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this; I want the one rapture of an inspiration.         10 O then if in my lagging lines you miss The roll, the rise, the carol, the creation, My winter world, that scarcely breathes that bliss Now, yields you, with some sighs, our explanation.       The Hidden Fire?  What kind of cliche, New-Agey blog name is that? I understand if this is your initial reaction.  I my...