Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wispèd wild clouds grow
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.
More verses by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- The Silver Jubilee
- The Shepherd’s Brow, Fronting Forked Lightning, Owns
- Penmaen Pool
- The Furl Of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down
- St. Winefred's Well
