I had planned to walk or drive here also (the Jesuit plot is a bit out of the city). Didn't get the chance. Apparently G. M. Hopkins lies in an unmarked grave; his name is inscribed at the bottom of this large granite crucifix. Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: ...