Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit

Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.

Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ’ll hit

The bald and b?ld bl?nking gold when ?ll ’s d?ne

Right rooting in the bare butt’s wincing navel in the sight of the sun.

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins