by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889)

Henry Purcell
Language: English 
Have, fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear
To me, so arch-especial a spirit as heaves in Henry Purcell,
An age is now since passed, since parted; with the reversal
Of the outward sentence low lays him, listed to a heresy, here.

Not mood in him nor meaning, proud fire or sacred fear,
Or love or pity or all that sweet notes not his might nursle:
It is the forgèd feature finds me; it is the rehearsal
Of own, of abrupt self there so thrusts on, so throngs the ear.

Let him Oh! with his air of angels then lift me, lay me! only I’ll
Have an eye to the sakes of him, quaint moonmarks, to his [pelted]1 plumage under
Wings: so some great [stormfowl, whenever]2 he has walked his while

The thunder-purple seabeach plumèd purple-of-thunder,
If a [wuthering]3 of his palmy snow-pinions scatter a colossal smile
Off him, but meaning motion fans fresh our wits with wonder.

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1 Fine: "palked"
2 Fine: "stormfount, whichever"
3 Fine: "withering"

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This text was added to the website: 2014-08-20
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Word count: 160