That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire...

CLOUD-PUFFBALL, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they throng; they glitter in marches. Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ' wherever an elm arches, shivelights and shadowtackle in long ' lashes lace, lance, and pair. Delightfully the bright wind boisterous ' ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare of yestertempest's creases; in pool and rut peel parches squandering ooze to squeezed ' dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches squadroned masks and manmarks ' treadmire toil there footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, ' nature's bonfire burns on.

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gerard manley hopkins, 1888.

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