What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been <br />That hére pérsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— <br />A bush-browed, beetle-brówed bíllow is it? <br />With a soúth-wésterly wínd blústering, with a tide rolls reels <br />Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen <br />Únderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. <br />. . . . . . . . <br />Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-being-in-rank-old-nature/
