How to fence a farm? Let me count the ways. I build fence to the depth and breadth and height my fields can reach, where reaching out of sight For the ends of keeping stock and line alike I build fence to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, in sun and headed-lamp. I build fence freely, dry and through the damp I build fence purely, as they turn from praise. I build fence the passion put to use In my old griefs and with my childhood’s faith. I build fence with a love I seemed to lose With all my lost saints. I build fence with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but build fence better after death.