Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail <br />May’s beauty massacre and wispèd wild clouds grow <br />Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, <br />Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strike-churl/
