Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous <br />Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night. <br />Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height <br />Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us, <br />Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as- <br />tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite <br />Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right <br />With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us. <br />Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black, <br />Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind <br />Off hér once skéined stained véined variety ' upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck <br />Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind <br />But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack <br />Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spelt-from-sibyl-s-leaves/
