Saturday's Quote: Spring

 

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—   
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;   
  Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush   
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring   
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;         
  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush   
  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush   
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.   

     --Beginning of the poem, Spring, by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89)