Thomas Hardy - Growth in May lyrics

I enter a daisy-and-bu*tercup land,   And thence thread a jungle of gra**: Hurdles and stiles scarce visible stand   Above the lush stems as I pa**. 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.