Nothing 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. 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.
Gerard Manley HopkinsFor human nature, being more highly pitched, selved, and distinctive than anything in the world, can have been developed, evolved,condensed, from the vastness of the world not anyhow or by the working of common powers but only by one of finer or higher pitch and determination than itself.
Gerard Manley HopkinsNothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
Gerard Manley HopkinsBut . . . I may as well say what I should not otherwise have said, that I always knew in my heart Walt Whitmanโs mind to be more like my own than any other manโs living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession.
Gerard Manley Hopkins