The following is an extract from 'The Land' by Vita Sackville-West which is included in this 'Everyman's Poetry' edition:
'When skies are gentle, breezes bland,
When loam that's warm within the hand
Falls friable between the tines,
Sow hollyhocks and columbines,
The tufted pansy, and the tall
Snapdragon in the broken wall,
Not for this summer, but for next,
Since foresight is the gardener's text . . .'
