The Holy Ghost over the bent world broods

Spring has officially arrived at our house. Hyacinths, daffodils, and tulips abound in every garden. My crab apple tree is in full bloom, and our neighborhood is full of tulips at every house and alive with spring.

Kevin is very proud of these white daffodils. So to celebrate, here's a little official Gerard Manley Hopkins:

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

"God's Grandeur"