Into the snows she sweeps,Hurling the haven behind,The Deutschland, on Sunday; and so the sky keeps,For the infinite air is unkind,And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind;Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivelled snowSpins to the wido-making unchilding unfathering deeps.(from "The Wreck of the Deutschland, Part the Second")
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
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