Spring

Matt Underwood

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.        


What is all this juice and all this joy?        

   A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,        

   Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,        

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,        

  Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
  

Gerard Manley Hopkins  

"What is all this juice and all this joy?" One of the best questions in poetry. This is another example of wordplay and rhythm. Just try reading it aloud!