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© Sean O'Leary 2005-2020 |
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OH,
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 echoeing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightenings to hear him sing; |
Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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