Gerard Manley Hopkins

Yes
Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him
Our redcoats, our tars
Both these being, the greater part,

(Felled 1879)My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded

I bear a basket lined with grass;
I am so light,
I am so fair,
That men must wonder as I pass And at the basket that I bear,

Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,
That leans along the loins of hills, ...

Félix Rándal the fárrier,
O is he déad then
my dúty all énded,
Who have watched his mould of man, bigboned and

Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain,
In Summer, in a burst of summertime Following falls and falls of rain,
When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower of Those goldnails and their gaylinks th...

How lovely the elder brother’s Life all laced in the other’s,
Lóve-laced
—what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell
When Shrovetide, two years gone,