Laurence Binyon's February Morning

Laurence Binyon is a poet from Lancaster, born at 1, High Street in 1869. I've not read much of his poetry but stumbled across his February Morning and liked it a lot. It's inspired me to read some more and see if the echoes of Gerard Manley Hopkins are present in his other poetry.

Peacefully fresh, O February morn,
Thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants
Through silver--bosomed clouds, that slowly borne
Across the wide heath, endlessly advance.

Now 'tis that pause before the leaping Spring,
When over all things waiting comes a hush;
And shyly, listen! the one vocal thing,
Over his dewy notes lingers the thrush.

Now life, with all her hindering riddles, seems
Simple as its green budding to the tree.
Awhile the Fates forbear, and to my dreams,
Sheltered awhile from truth, relinquish me

In haven and at anchor rides my heart,
And broods upon its swelling joys apart.