A Wish

I would hope for the children of West Ham Wooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuff Crammed in to keep the wind away that's rough, And rain, in summer cool, in cold comfortable enough. Easily destroyed — and pretty enough, and yet tough Instead of brick and mortar tiled houses of no Special appearance or attractive show. Not crowded together, but with a plot of land Where one might play and dig, and use spade or the hand In managing or shaping earth in such forms, As please the sunny mind or keep out of harms The mind that's always good when let go its way (I think) so there's work enough in a happy day. Not brick and tile, but wood, thatch, walls of mixed Material, and buildings in plain strength fixed. Likeable, good to live in, easily pulled Down, and in winter with warm ruddy light filled — In summer with cool air; O better this sort of shelter — And villages on the land set helter-skelter On hillsides, dotted on plains; that the too exact Straight streets of modern times that strait and strict And formal keep man's spirit within bounds, Where too dull duties keep in monotonous rounds These villages to make for these towns of today — O Haste — and England shall be happy with the May Or meadow-reach to watch, miles to see and away.