Nothing is so beautiful as Spring - When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrushs 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. [GM Hopkins] And so I say, roll on spring. What a beautiful day it is today.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 08:00:55 +0000