Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The Bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! The elves'-eyes
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! Airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!--
Ah well! It is all a purchase, all is a prize.
Buy then! Bid then! - What? - Prayer, patience, alms, vows.
Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-boom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed the barn; withindoors house
The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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