Poetry Friday - Kept yonder

The poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins can take a little getting used to, because he has a style all his own, but here is a small section of the poem The Golden Echo, which speaks of God's sovereign care (and it would seem that Golden Echo, somewhat ironically, is also the name of a variety of Narcissus):

See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair

Is, hair of the head, numbered.

Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould

Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept,

This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold

What while we, while we slumbered.

O then, weary then why

When the thing we freely fórfeit is kept with fonder a care,

Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept

Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder

A care kept.—Where kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.—

Yonder.—What high as that! We follow, now we follow.—Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,

Yonder.

Gerard Manley Hopkins