Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,

Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep

Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky.

Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and furled

Fast ?r they in clammyish lashtender combs creep

Apart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high.

They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep

The smouldering enormous winter welkin! May

Mells blue and snowwhite through them, a fringe and fray

Of greenery: it is old earth’s groping towards the steep

Heaven whom she childs us by.

(Variant from line 7.) b.

They touch, they tabour on it, hover on it[; here, there hurled],

With talons sweep

The smouldering enormous winter welkin. [Eye,

But more cheer is when] May

Mells blue with snowwhite through their fringe and fray

Of greenery and old earth gropes for, grasps at steep

Heaven with it whom she childs things by.




Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins


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