The house is green, a minor tower
edging a field of bluebell and clay
with wood at its northwest corner--
I dream myself a fair and quiet boy
at work and staring from dark windows
upon a Spring with scientific heart--
This much tentative light tempting
this much seed to flower toward fruit
hour upon hour upon thought upon hour--
Cursory summum bonum any summation
as wit is the shorthand of wisdom
and wisdom shrift most post de facto--
The green is that of cemetery fern--
Hawks spiral, masters of themselves.