Today I think 
only [with]1 scents, -- scents dead leaves yield,
[And]2 bracken, [and]2 wild [carrot's]3 seed, 
And the square mustard field;

[Odours that rise]4 
When the spade wounds the [root]5 of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, [or]2 goutweed,
Rhubarb [or]2 celery;

The smoke's smell, too,
[Flowing from where a]6 bonfire burns 
[The dead, the waste]7, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.

It is enough 
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the Robin sings over again
Sad songs of [Autumn]8 mirth.