Spring
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - -
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long & lovely & 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 brush
The 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!
[ GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS 1844 - 1889 ]
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