GROWTH IN MAY
I enter a daisy-and-buttercup land,
And thence thread a jungle of grass:
Hurdles and stiles scarce visible stand
Above the lush stems as I pass.
Hedges peer over, and try to be seen,
And seem to reveal a dim sense
That amid such ambitious and elbow-high green
They make a mean show as a fence.
Elsewhere the mead is possessed of the neats,*
That range not greatly above
The rich rank thicket which brushes their teats,
And HER gown, as she waits for her Love.
* neat (archaic) - a bovine animal e.g. a cow
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