Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- <br />When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; <br />Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush <br />Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring <br />The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; <br />The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush <br />The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush <br />With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. <br /> <br />What is all this juice and all this joy? <br />A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning <br />In Eden garden. -- Have, get, before it cloy, <br />Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, <br />Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, <br />Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-3/
