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Katharine Hinkson (1861-1931)

When a Little Farm I Keep

1When a little farm I keep, 2I shall tend my kine and sheep, 3And my pretty lambs shall fold 4In deep pastures starred with gold.

5On green carpets they shall tread, 6Gold and purple be their bed, 7Honey clover make their food 8In a watered solitude.

9Garden places I shall tend, 10For a welcome to a friend, 11Make for him a roomy seat 12By the box and privet sweet.

13And my kitchen garden shall 14Grow me fruits on tree and wall, 15Give me blossoms in the sping 16And an autumn gathering.

17An old dial and a cote 18Where the pigeons fly and float, 19And a well so green and dim 20Where the little fishes swim.

21Hives of honey I shall own, 22Bees with drowsy monotone 23Toil all day to bring me home 24Heather honey at the gloam.

25Twixt the mountains and the sea 26There my little farm will be. 27In a heart-remembered spot 28I shall have my happy lot.

29In a heart-remembered place, 30Where the mountains lift their face, 31I shall tend my sheep and kine, 32And a thankful heart be mine.

33When a little farm I keep, 34I shall sleep the happiest sleep, 35To my simple meals invite 36Thanksgiving and appetite.

37In the heart-remembered place 38I shall wear a shining face, 39And my quiet nights be praise, 40And a prayer my innocent days.

-- Little Bit Farm (, February 17, 2005

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