A Prayer on Going into My House
God grant a blessing on this tower and cottageAnd on my heirs, if all remain unspoiled,No table, or chair or stool not simple enoughFor shepherd lads in Galilee; and grantThat I myself for portions of the yearMay handle nothing and set eyes on nothingBut what the great and passionate have usedThroughout so many varying centuries.We take it for the norm; yet should I dreamSinbad the sailor's brought a painted chest,Or image, from beyond the Loadstone MountainThat dream is a norm; and should some limb of the devilDestroy the view by cutting down an ashThat shades the road, or setting up a cottagePlanned in a government office, shorten his life,Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom.
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