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.
Near Chard
Hardy is the poet par excellence of England's West Country.
His works are amont many works on Poetry Atlas mapping the West Country.
We have many poems about Cornwall, Devon, Somerset and even more poems about Dorset.