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For These

An acre of land between the shore and the hills,

Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,

The lovely visible earth and sky and

Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:

A house that shall love me as I love it,

Well-hedged, and honoured by a few ash

That linnets, greenfinches, and

Shall often visit and make love in and flit:

A garden I need never go beyond,

Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every

Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun:

A spring, a brook's bend, or at least a pond:

For these I ask not, but, neither too

Nor yet too early, for what men call content,

And also that something may be

To be contented with,

I ask of Fate.

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Edward Thomas

Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his …

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