54615: For These

<p dir="ltr"> An acre of land between the shore and the hills,<br> Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,<br> The lovely visible earth and sky and sea<br> Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:<br> A house that shall love me as I love it,<br> Well-hedged, and honoured by a few ash trees<br> That linnets, greenfinches, and goldfinches<br> Shall often visit and make love in and flit:<br> A garden I need never go beyond,<br> Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every one<br> Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun:<br> A spring, a brook's bend, or at least a pond:<br> For these I ask not, but, neither too late<br> Nor yet too early, for what men call content,<br> And also that something may be sent<br> To be contented with, I ask of Fate.<br></p>