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.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins 
Photographed at Coolcarrigan, County Kildare 

5 comments on “Spring

  1. Joe says:

    Beautiful, is this the house that Hopkins used to visit in Kildare?

  2. Suzy Roeder says:

    Beautiful post! And one of my favorite poets. Happy Spring to you!

  3. Marion says:

    Beautiful nature photography and stirring poem…lovely post!

  4. Emma Richey says:

    Wonderful house and garden and beautiful photographs.

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