Well, this phrase rang a bell. I couldn't place it at first. Then I realized that it was a line of poetry from a poem....by....at first I thought Dylan Thomas and then it clicked - Gerard Manley Hopkins. He is one of my favourites. It is also from one of my favourite poems - God's Grandeur. Here is the poem.
|THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.|
|It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;|
|It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil|
|Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?|
|Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;||5|
|And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;|
|And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil|
|Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.|
|And for all this, nature is never spent;|
|There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;||10|
|And though the last lights off the black West went|
|Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—|
|Because the Holy Ghost over the bent|
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
And here are my photo takes on the poem - "dearest freshness deep down things" - Burke's Creek Ravine
and "morning, at the brown brink, eastward - springs"
Have a wonderful day!!!
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