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Gerard Manley Hopkins - The Furl of Fresh-Leaved
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The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down  
His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun  
Had swarthed about with lion-brown  
    Before the Spring was done.  
  
His locks like all a ravel-rope’s-end,
  With hempen strands in spray—  
Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks—fall’n off their ranks,  
  Swung down at a disarray.  
  
Or like a juicy and jostling shock  
  Of bluebells sheaved in May
Or wind-long fleeces on the flock  
  A day off shearing day.  
  
Then over his turnèd temples—here—  
  Was a rose, or, failing that,  
Rough-Robin or five-lipped campion clear
  For a beauty-bow to his hat,  
And the sunlight sidled, like dewdrops, like dandled diamonds  
  Through the sieve of the straw of the plait.
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