Gerard Manley Hopkins — The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down

63 THE furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown      Before the Spring was done. His locks like all a ravel-rope's-end,      With hempen strands in spray— Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks—fall'n off their ranks,      Swung down at a disarray. Or like a juicy and jostling shock      Of bluebells sheaved in May Or wind-long fleeces on the flock      A day off shearing day. Then over his turnèd temples—here—      Was a rose, or, failing that, Rough-Robin or five-lipped campion clear      For a beauty-bow to his hat, And the sunlight sidled, like dewdrops, like dandled      diamonds Through the sieve of the straw of the plait.      . . . . . . . .