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Summer ends now now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded ever and melted across skies?

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Gerard Manley Hopkins
Age: 45 †
Born: 1844
Born: June 28
Died: 1889
Died: July 8
Poet
Writer
London
England
Hopkins
Wind
Meals
Sack
Walks
Arise
Barbarous
Beauty
Lovely
Wilder
Ends
Clouds
Drift
Around
Sky
Skies
Waiver
Ever
Across
Silk
Willful
Summer
Meal
Molded
Behavior
September
Melted

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