Amid the iris and the rose, br The honeysuckle and the bay, br The wild earth for a moment goes br In dust or weed another way. br br br Small though its corner be, the weed br Will yet intrude its creeping beard; br The harsh blade and the hairy seed br Recall the brutal earth we feared. br br br And if no water touch the dust br In some far corner, and one dare br To breathe upon it, one may trust br The spectre on the summer air: br br br The risen dust alive with fire, br The fire made visible, a blur br Interrate, the pervasive ire br Of foxtail and of hoarhound burr.