Gerard Manley Hopkins. Spelt from Sibyl s Leaves

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Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, . . . stupendous
Evening strains to be time’s v;st, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' st;rs principal, overbend us,
F;re-f;aturing heaven. For earth ' her being as unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ;n self steep;d and p;shed – quite
Disremembering, d;sm;mbering, ' ;ll now. Heart, you round me right
With: ;ur ;vening is over us; ;ur night ' wh;lms, wh;lms, ;nd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. ;ur tale, O ;ur oracle! ' L;t life, w;ned, ah l;t life wind
Off h;r once sk;ined stained v;ined var;ety ' upon ;ll on tw; spools; p;rt, pen, p;ck
Now her ;ll in tw; flocks, tw; folds – black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But th;se two; w;re of a w;rld where b;t these ' tw; tell, each off the ;ther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' th;ughts aga;nst thoughts ;n groans gr;nd.



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