(Gerard Manley Hopkins)


Now Times Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beautys equal or
Her injurys, looks off by both horns of shore,
Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragons food.
Time past she has been attempted and pursued
By many blows and banes; but now hears roar
A wilder beast from West than all were, more
Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd.

Her Perseus linger and leave her tó her extremes?
Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs
His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems,
All while her patience, morselled into pangs,
Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams,
With Gorgons gear and barebill, thongs and fangs. 

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