Summer Ends Now; Now, Barbarous In Beauty, The Stooks Rise Around; Up Above, What Wind-Walks! What Lovely Behaviour Of Silk-Sack Clouds! Has Wilder, Wilful-Wavier Meal-Drift Moulded Ever And Melted Across Skies? I Walk, I Lift Up, I Lift Up Heart, Eyes, Down All That Glory In The Heavens To Glean Our Saviour; And, 'Yes, He'Rt, What Looks, What Lips Yet Gave You A Rapturous Love'S Greeting Of Realer, Of Rounder Replies? And The Azurous Hung Hills Are His World-Wielding Shoulder Majestic - As A Stallion Stalwart, Very-Violet-Sweet! - These Things, These Things Were Here And But The Beholder Wanting; Which Two When They Once Meet, The Heart Rears Wings Bold And Bolder And Hurls For Him, O Half Hurls Earth For Him Off Under His Feet.