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.