My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.

Binsey Poplars, lines 1-8 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)

19. Binsey Poplars. Hopkins, Gerard Manley. 1918. Poems[bartleby.com]