from memory

one of my goals for myself this summer was brain exercise in the form of memorizing a poem. here 'tis: hurrahing in harvest by g.m.h.

summer ends now, now barbarous in beauty the stooks rise; around, up above what wind walks, what lovely behavior of silk-sack clouds, has wilder-wilful wavier meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? i walk, i lift up, i lift up heart, eyes, down all that glory to glean our Savior and heart, eyes, what looks, what lips yet gave you a rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?and the azurous hung hills are His world-wielding shoulder majestic, stallion-stalward, very violet sweet! these things, these things were here and but the beholder wanting; which two, when once they meet, the heart rears wings bold and bolder and hurls for Him, O half hurls earth for Him under His feet.

true confession: i had to peek a couple of times.true confession #2: the line "summer ends now" makes my eyes mist up.while we're at the confessional #3: i unabashedly love this poet and if he hadn't died in 1889 and if he hadn't been a priest (minor detail) i would have married him; it's tough being in love with someone who would be 167 when you're only 37...what's a mere 130 years time difference?