To-Day I think
To-Day I think 
Only with scents,-scents dead leaves yield, 
And bracken,and wild carrot's seed, 
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose,currant,raspberry,or goutweed,
Rhubarb
To-Day I think 
Only with scents,-scents dead leaves yield, 
And bracken,and wild carrot's seed, 
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the root of tree,
Rose,currant,raspberry,or goutweed,
Rhubarb