Hurrahing in Harvest

  • Hurrahing in Harvest

  • Summer ends 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 up, I lift up heart, eyes,
  • Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
  • And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
  • Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of 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 bolder
  • And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
Trulli
“now barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise”
(see “Hurrahing in Harvest,” line 1)
Trulli
“silk-sack clouds”
(see “Hurrahing in Harvest,” line 3)

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