| This darksome burn, horseback brown, |
| His rollrock highroad roaring down, |
| In coop and in comb the fleece of his
foam |
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
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| A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth |
| Turns and twindles over the broth |
| Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, |
It rounds and rounds Despair to
drowning.
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| Degged with dew, dappled with dew |
| Are the groins of the braes that the
brook treads through, |
| Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, |
And the beadbonny ash that sits over
the burn.
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| What would the world be, once bereft |
| Of wet and of wildness ? Let them be left, |
| O let them be left, wildness and wet ; |
Long live the weeds and the wilderness
yet.
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| Gerard
Manley Hopkins |
Classic Poems |
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[ The Sea and the Skylark ] [ Windhover ] [ Spring ] [ Hurrahing in Harvest ] [ God's Grandeur ] [ The Wreck of the Deutschland ] [ The Caged Skylark ] [ Moonrise ] [ Inversnaid ] [ Pied Beauty ] [ as kingfishers catch fire ] [ In The Valley of the Elwy ] [ The May Magnificat ] |
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