Hurrahing in Harvest
Summer ends, the stooks rise barbarous in beauty, and a walker crossing the stubble reads the wind-walks and silk-sack clouds overhead as a face he has been looking for and has now found. The azurous hung hills are a shoulder to lean on, very violet-sweet and majestic in their stallion stalwartness, and the meeting of the beholder with the thing beheld strikes off something neither carried alone. Composed in September 1877 on the walk home from fishing in the Elwy, and Hopkins told Bridges the lines came out of the greatest enthusiasm he had ever felt.
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