A Prayer on Going into My House

　　God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage

　　And on my heirs， if all remain unspoiled，

　　No table or chair or stool not simple enough

　　For shepherd lads in Galilee; and grant

　　That I myself for portions of the year

　　May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing

　　But what the great and passionate have used

　　Throughout so many varying centuries

　　We take it for the norm; yet should I dream

　　Sinbad the sailor‘s brought a painted chest，

　　Or image， from beyond the Loadstone Mountain，

　　That dream is a norm; and should some limb of the devil

　　Destroy the view by cutting down an ash

　　That shades the road， or setting up a cottage

　　Planned in a government office， shorten his life，

　　Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom.