| Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. | | | | 14. Hurrahing in Harvest | | | | | | SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise | | | 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, | 5 | | Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour; | | | And, éyes, heárt, 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!— | 10 | | 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. | | | | | See Notes. | | | | |
