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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very funny, the elaborate wish for punishment of those who would spoil the luxury so much enjoyed... overstatement and humor...satire, well done...PK
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I have a prayer to the house, but isn't anything like that. Yes, it started serious and ended as a satire. Clever way to insert humour to a poem, very amusing.
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This takes an interesting and awkward turn toward the end.
I must admit, I enjoyed it more when the poem turned from humble pray to humorous, vindictive oath.
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