Of her flesh he took flesh:
He does take fresh and fresh,
Though much the mystery how,
Not flesh but spirit now
And makes, O marvellous!
New Nazareths in us,
Where she shall yet conceive
Him, morning, noon, and eve;
New Bethlems, and he born
There, evening, noon and morn--
Bethlem or Nazareth,
Men here may draw bated breath
More Christ and baffle death;
Who, born so, come to be
New self and nobler me
In each one and each one
More makes, when all is done,
Both God's and Mary's Son.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins
(from "The Blessed Virgin Compared to the Air We Breathe")