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Hopkins, Gerard Manley: For a Picture of St. Dorothea

Portre of Hopkins, Gerard Manley

For a Picture of St. Dorothea (English)

I bear a basket lined with grass;
I am so light, I am so fair,     
That men must wonder as I pass      
And at the basket that I bear,           
Where in a newly-drawn green litter
Sweet flowers I carry,—sweets for bitter.   
Lilies I shew you, lilies none,
None in Caesar’s gardens blow,—   
And a quince in hand,—not one      
Is set upon your boughs below;
Not set, because their buds not spring;        
Spring not, ’cause world is wintering.          
But these were found in the East and South
Where Winter is the clime forgot.—
The dewdrop on the larkspur’s mouth
O should it then be quench`d not?   
In starry water-meads they drew      
These drops: which be they? stars or dew?  
Had she a quince in hand? Yet gaze:           
Rather it is the sizing moon.
Lo, linkèd heavens with milky ways!           
That was her larkspur row.—So soon?         
Sphered so fast, sweet soul?—We see         
Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor Dorothy.

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