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.