MY Sabine Farm, or, sooth to speak, My cottage on some Cornish creek, Without pretence, of aspect plain, Shall yet a world of wealth contain: Such wealth as students prize and seek. Its garden large, in mode antique Severely ranged, no modern freak Shall mar. No miscalled friend shall gain @3My@1 Sabine Farm. Such is my dream. Meantime I eke A scanty substance, week by week; For situate is my domain, Like lordlier castles are, in Spain ... Till I acquire, sedate and sleek, My Sabine Farm! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL HIDE AND SEEK by SARA TEASDALE THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE |