Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Photographed at Coolcarrigan, County Kildare
Beautiful, is this the house that Hopkins used to visit in Kildare?
Hmm, I’m not sure (I’ll ask the owners when next in touch…)
Beautiful post! And one of my favorite poets. Happy Spring to you!
Beautiful nature photography and stirring poem…lovely post!
Wonderful house and garden and beautiful photographs.