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.
-
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)