Spring

Gerard Manley Hopkins

SpringNothing is so beautiful as Spring –         

  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and 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.
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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.

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