Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wispèd wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale. 

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Poet: Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poem: Strike, Churl

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