Hurrahing In Harvest - text
Summer neds now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around: up above, what wind-walks! What lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, i lift vup, I lift up heart, eyes
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, or rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic – as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting: Which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and boler
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
The Habit Of Perfection (with Jan Hrubý)
- The Starlight Night
- The Soldier
- The May Magnificat
- The Habit Of Perfection
- In The Valley Of Thre Elw..
- God's Grandeur
- Hurrahing In Harvest
- To Seem The Stranger
- Under Her Banner
- The Lantern Out Of Doors
- Penmean Pool
- Pied Beauty
- The Times Are Nightfall
- Andromeda / Summa