Gerard Manley Hopkins - For a Picture of St. Dorothea lyrics

(7) EARLY POEMS 1 For a Picture of St. Dorothea I BEAR a basket lined with gra**; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as I pa** And at the basket that I bear, Where in a newly-drawn green litter Sweet flowers I carry,—sweets for bitter. Lilies I shew you, lilies none, None in Caesar's gardens blow,— And a quince in hand,—not one Is set upon your boughs below; Not set, because their buds not spring; Spring not, cause world is wintering. But these were found in the East and South Where Winter is the clime forgot.— The dewdrop on the larkspur's mouth O should it then be quenchèd not? In starry water-meads they drew These drops: which be they? stars or dew? Had she a quince in hand? Yet gaze: Rather it is the sizing moon. Lo, linked heavens with milky ways! That was her larkspur row.—So soon? Sphered so fast, sweet soul?—We see Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor Dorothy.