Hurrahing in Harvest

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
          Around; up above, what wind-walks! What lovely behaviour
          Of 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, héart, 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 shoulder
            Majestic - as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! -
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
            Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
            And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
 
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