and you were a liar

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And you were a liar, O blue March day.

Bright sun lanced fire in the heavenly bay;

    But what black Boreas wrecked her? he

Came equipped, deadly-electric,

 

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A beetling baldbright cloud thorough England

Riding: there did stores not mingle? and

    Hailropes hustle and grind their

Heavengravel? wolfsnow, worlds of it, wind there?

Gerard Manley Hopkins, "The Loss of the Eurydice"