A Prayer On Going Into My House – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras

A Prayer On Going Into My HouseGOD 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 centuriesWe take it for the norm; yet should I dreamSinbad 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 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.