Poems of Gerard Manley HopkinsSummer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks ariseAround; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviourOf silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulderMajestic-as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!-
These things, these things were here and but the beholderWanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolderAnd hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.