Hurrahing in Harvest

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <p id="id00158" style="margin-top: 2em"><i>14 Hurrahing in Harvest</i></p> <p id="id00159">SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the<br/> stooks rise<br/> Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely<br/> behaviour<br/> Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier<br/> Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?<br/></p> <p id="id00160">I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,<br/> Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our<br/> Saviour;<br/> And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a<br/> Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?<br/></p> <p id="id00161">And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding<br/> shoulder<br/> Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—<br/> These things, these things were here and but the<br/> beholder<br/> Wanting; which two when they once meet,<br/> The heart rears wings bold and bolder<br/> And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off<br/> under his feet.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />