" 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 lightning
To hear him sing. "
~ Gerard Hopkins
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