Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise <br />Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour <br />Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier <br />Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? <br /> <br />I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, <br />Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour; <br />And eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet give you a <br />Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies? <br /> <br />And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder <br />Majestic - as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! - <br />These things, these things were here and but the beholder <br />Wanting; which two when they once meet, <br />The heart rears wings bold and bolder <br />And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurrahing-in-harvest/
