Poem for June-Cut Grass

I know, I know, I've done another Larkin poem. I will do ones by other poets but this one is great and it's been in my head a lot recently as the weather has finally turned for the better. 

I suppose I'd better mow the lawn; watch out for those hedgehogs...

Transcript

Cut Grass

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.