Poems of Gerard Manley HopkinsNothing is so beautiful as spring-When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brushThe descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.What is all this juice and all this joy?A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.-Have, get, before it cloy,Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.