Bob,
thank you: I didn't know that poem, and it's wonderful -- for my tastes, just what I look for and what resonates. [It's the same reason I love Lester Young's playing: if it was a happy love song, Pres would add/interweave a touch of melancholy; and if it was the blues, he was sure to work in one little run of lilting and uplifting joy.]
Yes, I think it can be worked back to gca -- ie Max Behr, and the golf course that results when the (hidden) hand of man works gently in concert with the site, and in a spirit of collaboration with Nature instead of one of imposition and domination. To whit:
When features and the work are so
wrought as to seem inevitable
they manifest a Beauty -- an art, and
a Significance
and a field of Play that promises
to Endure.
Unadorned Nature, unblemished
by the hand of man
is that delightful expression of Freedom, wherein
the obvious -- and the oft-used -- must be
felt as a Violation.
It is a Law that lies outside Ourselves:
for the Architect, working in the medium of
the Earth, only
Nature, and its forces alone, can be
the Master.
And it is in just this Humility, and just in this, that he may find
his Genius --
if this be what he Seeks above all else: a Beauty, and an Art and
an Enduring Significance that will seem to be,
to those among us who long for Liberty,
Inevitable.
We are allowed to lose Ourselves in It, and thus find Peace.