Gerard Manley Hopkins - Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown, <br />His rollrock highroad roaring down, <br />In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam <br />Flutes and low to the lake falls home. <br /> <br />A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth <br />Turns and twindles over the broth <br />Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, <br />It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. <br /> <br />Degged with dew, dappled with dew, <br />Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, <br />Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, <br />And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn. <br /> <br />What would the world be, once bereft <br />Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, <br />O let them be left, wildness and wet; <br />Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inversnaid/