Winter House (Poem)

I am come late to build my dwelling.

It proceeds slowly, hampered by age and infirmity.

Lest I get discouraged by this,

I keep in mind that my life antecedent

Has all been preparation.

I now have more skillful means to construct a proper residence

With patience, foresight, and expertise.

The foundation has been laid through prior experience;

The design has been shaped by acquired knowledge;

The materials have been gathered with painstaking care.

I know that I might not live to see the completion,

But that is not the point.

If need be, those who follow can finish;

Whatever I manage to construct will be beautiful and sturdy.

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