Moonrise

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, ׀ in the white and the walk of the morning:
The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe ׀ of a finger-nail held to the candle,
Or paring of paradisaïcal fruit, ׀ lovely in waning but lustreless,
Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, ׀ of dark Maenefa the mountain;
A cusp still clasped him, a fluke yet fanged him, ׀ entangled him, not quit utterly.
This was the prized, the desirable sight, ׀ unsought, presented so easily,
Parted me leaf and leaf, divided me, ׀ eyelid and eyelid of slumber.
 
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