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Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky.
Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and furled Fast ?r they in clammyish lashtender combs creep Apart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high.
They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep The smouldering enormous winter welkin! May Mells blue and snowwhite through them, a fringe and fray Of greenery: it is old earth’s groping towards the steep Heaven whom she childs us by.
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They touch, they tabour on it, hover on it[; here, there hurled], With talons sweep The smouldering enormous winter welkin.
[Eye, But more cheer is when] May Mells blue with snowwhite through their fringe and fray Of greenery and old earth gropes for, grasps at steep Heaven with it whom she childs things by.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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