Пожалуйста, помогите перевести текст. Только в литературной форме.

Amid the iris and the rose.
The honeysuckle and the bay.
The wild or weed another day.
In dust or weed another way.

Small though its corner be, the weed
Will yet intrude its creeping beard;
The harsh blade and the hairy seed
Recall the brutal earth we feared.

And if no water touch the dust
In some far corner, and the dare
To breathe upon it, one may trust
The spectre on the summer air:

The risen dust alive with fire.
The fire made visible, a blur
Interrate, the pervasive ire
Of foxtail and of hoarhound burr.

Much in Little by Yvor Winters