Spelt From Sibyl's Leaves by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, ... stupendous
Evening strains to be tÃme's vÃ¡st, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stÃ¡rs principal, overbend us,
FÃre-fÃ©aturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self Ãn self steepÃ¨d and pÃ¡shedâ€”qÃºite
Disremembering, dÃsmÃ©mbering ' Ã¡ll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Ã“ur Ã©vening is over us; Ã³ur night ' whÃ©lms, whÃ©lms, Ã¡nd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Ã“ur tale, O Ã³ur oracle! ' LÃ©t life, wÃ¡ned, ah lÃ©t life wind
Off hÃ©r once skÃ©ined stained vÃ©ined variety ' upon, Ã¡ll on twÃ³ spools; pÃ¡rt, pen, pÃ¡ck
Now her Ã¡ll in twÃ³ flocks, twÃ³ foldsâ€”black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thÃ©se two; wÃ¡re of a wÃ³rld where bÃºt these ' twÃ³ tell, each off the Ã³ther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thÃ³ughts agaÃnst thoughts Ãn groans grÃnd.