Plushy sward

This is from a Hopkins poem describing the retreat of the physical sense as a way of obtaining a transcendent experience of God. I''m not sure about the philosophy, but the poetry is beautiful, and it was this verse that called me into the poem:

O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street,
And you unhouse and house the Lord.

From The Habit of Perfection.