Ash-Boughs

56 (Ash-boughs) a. NOT of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky. Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and      furled Fast ór they in clammyish lashtender combs creep Apart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high. They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep The smouldering enormous winter welkin! May Mells blue and snowwhite through them, a fringe and fray Of greenery: it is old earth's groping towards the steep          Heaven whom she childs us by. (Variant from line 7.) b. They touch, they tabour on it, hover on it[; here, there     hurled],          With talons sweep The smouldering enormous winter welkin. [Eye,          But more cheer is when] May Mells blue with snowwhite through their fringe and fray Of greenery and old earth gropes for, grasps at steep          Heaven with it whom she childs things by.