Hurrahing in Harvest, lines 5-6

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour.

Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wa…

You seek life, and a godly fire Gushes and gleams for you out of the earth, As, with shuddering long, you Hurl yourself down to the flames of the Etna. So by a…

I charm in vain; for never again, All keenly as my glance I bend, Will Memory, goddess coy, Embody for my joy Departed days, nor let me gaze On thee, my fairy …

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