For all its ornately detailed modifiers, Glen, the poem's description doesn't seem to be of a real place. I realize an argument could be made that the place is meant to be archetypal, but I think it would be a more interesting experiment to draw more from reality, to make the hummingbird and the rose more particular and personal than universal. Sometimes a more personal focus opens up a woodland far more vast than the literary one echoed by deliberately conjured pastiche.
Nemo
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