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. |
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