Gerard Manley Hopkins — Hurrahing in Harvest

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