The Scanty Plot

“In sundry moods ’t was pastime to be bound Within the sonnet’s scanty plot of ground.” — WORDSWORTH.

BACK from inclement moor, from rugged steep,
From desultory wanderings far and near,
I come to thee, my scanty plot, so dear,
So narrow, so familiar! If I keep
The weeds down here with diligence, I reap
Small harvest, but sufficient for my cheer.
From one such little garden at Grasmere
What fragrance steals! Where Avon’s waters creep
Another flames with roses. From a third
A woman gleaned more glory than from all
Her broad outlying acres. And if powers
That were ordained the boundary, may a bird
Not sing within the hedgerow? or the wall
Be gracious in its thick disguise of flowers ?