SAID the farmer to his daughter: "When I die, as like as not, I'll leave to you the title to the old three-cornered lot. " 'Tis the vale beyond the pastures, never any good to me, With the huckleberry bushes and the silver maple-tree. "Fair scenery for song birds, but too small to cultivate; Yet there's a wall around it, like a foolish man's estate." Fell a blight upon the corn fields; stood an empty barn and cot; The farmer's holdings dwindled to the old three-cornered lot. He saw his home dismantled; learned that permanence, alas, Is the portrait of a swallow painted on the shadow grass. Came his daughter as a seeress, and she said: "As like as not, I'm giving back the title to the old three-cornered lot. " 'Tis just a bit of scenery too sweet to cultivate, Yet there's a wall around it, like a nobleman's estate; "There are huckleberry bushes and a length of garden loam, And the stone walls of the foolish man wherewith to build a home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 25 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |