Spring
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins  (1844 - 1889)  Victorian poet, A Philosopher's Stone and Other Poems.