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?
Hurrahing in Harvest, lines 1-4 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
14. Hurrahing in Harvest. Hopkins, Gerard Manley. 1918. Poems[bartleby.com]