Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,
With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound
Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow hollow hollow ground:
The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.
More verses by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- What Shall I Do For The Land That Bred Me
- To What Serves Mortal Beauty?
- Ash-Boughs
- In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez
- For A Picture Of St. Dorothea