Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I awoke in the Midsummer not-to-call night, in the white and the
walk of the morning
walk of the morning
Gerard Manley Hopkins