Nothing is so beautiful as spring -
When weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely lush;
Thrushs' eggs look little low heavens, and
thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightning 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.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)