<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Penmaen Pool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the Visitors’ Book at the Inn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who long for rest, who look for pleasure <br>Away from counter, court, or school <br>O where live well your lease of leisure <br>But here at, here at Penmaen Pool? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You’ll dare the Alp? you’ll dart the skiff?—<br>Each sport has here its tackle and tool: <br>Come, plant the staff by Cadair cliff; <br>Come, swing the sculls on Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What’s yonder?—Grizzled Dyphwys dim: <br>The triple-hummocked Giant’s stool,<br>Hoar messmate, hobs and nobs with him <br>To halve the bowl of Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the landscape under survey, <br>At tranquil turns, by nature’s rule, <br>Rides repeated topsyturvy<br>In frank, in fairy Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Charles’s Wain, the wondrous seven, <br>And sheep-flock clouds like worlds of wool, <br>For all they shine so, high in heaven, <br>Shew brighter shaken in Penmaen Pool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mawddach, how she trips! though throttled<br>If floodtide teeming thrills her full, <br>And mazy sands all water-wattled <br>Waylay her at ebb, past Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what’s to see in stormy weather,<br>When grey showers gather and gusts are cool?—<br>Why, raindrop-roundels looped together <br>That lace the face of Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then even in weariest wintry hour <br>Of New Year’s month or surly Yule<br>Furred snows, charged tuft above tuft, tower <br>From darksome darksome Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, if bound here hardest home, <br>You’ve parlour-pastime left and (who’ll <br>Not honour it?) ale like goldy foam<br>That frocks an oar in Penmaen Pool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come who pine for peace or pleasure <br>Away from counter, court, or school, <br>Spend here your measure of time and treasure <br>And taste the treats of Penmaen Pool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gerard+Manley+Hopkins">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397227" data-title="Penmaen Pool de Gerard Manley Hopkins" data-description="For the Visitors’ Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or school O where live well your lease of leisure But here at, here at Penmaen Pool? You’ll dare the Alp? you’ll dart the skiff?— E..."></div> </div> </div>

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