Gerard Manley Hopkins
Spring
Nothing is so beautiful as spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough 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 rushWith 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 beginningIn 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.
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