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I never thought I'd see a cow reading William Butler Yeats. But here it is. Oh Bessie, do you ever long for your own Maude Gonne?

She's thinking:
-"Aye me, sad hours seem long."
-"Yes, Erin...Forlorn, I must travel this world alone."
-"I'm so hungry."

She's reading:
"Brown Penny"

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.'
Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

Photo courtesy of Bedlam Farm.