This is one of Auden’s most beautiful but under-anthologized poems. The beauty of the poem is undercut by great sorrow since “our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought”.
Hopkins knew the fleeting/hardening nature of Samsara. In this poem, which is not very well known, Fr. Hopkins is at his best as a practitioner of Sprung Rhythm and as a follower of St. Ignatius of Loyola. The world turns, while the Cross is still.