The farm land
Tonight
Seen the moon
The stars
So close
Without effort
Kindred and
Homely
I envy that land
The farm land
Beauty to her
Is served on a plate
To me
Alas! I have
To fetch for Beauty.
Looking for Beauty
As yet
Worries me not
The Muse comes near
And that be most plus.
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